Chapter 33

Luara's POV (Years Later)

Having to walk through the corridors of Oakville high school on my first day of senior year was the last thing I wanted to do on a Monday morning. In fact, I would prefer to never have to grace my presence in this school again. But apparently according to my mom, that is not an option.

So after scrapping that idea this morning, I forced myself out of bed not bothering to add any makeup. It's not like it would improve my appearance, after all a 5-inch scar is a permanent reminder of what happened 14 years ago between my parents and a crazed rogue.

I don't fully remember what happened and I've never asked, my mother constantly wants to talk about it to see if it can help me but I personally think it's unnecessary. Why talk about something I don't want to remember?

It still hurts my mom to think about and having it as a constant reminder on my face doesn't help. She even tries to reassure me that I'm still beautiful but that doesn't stop people from staring.

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