AMARA’S POINT OF VIEW.

Grabbing my basket, I tried to conceal my excitement at the thought of finally leaving my father’s mansion for my mother’s house. Other people might call me crazy; hell, those kids at Ravenscroft High would probably think I’m a fool for leaving the life of luxury that comes with being my father’s daughter. But I’d take cramping in my small room back at my mother’s cottage, like a house, any day for the miserable life of sadness and gloom behind ...