WILLOW'S POVI sat down on a staircase, tired of walking. My feet ached, and my head hurt, so I decided to sit down, trying to understand why everyone sees me as some property. Why do people keep lying to me, except Tristan, of course? He hasn't lied to me, but everyone else has. Why can't they be like Tristan ?I sighed at the thought. Tina is my sister, hard to believe when she hates my guts. I can imagine the humiliation she'll display when I somehow explain we are a family. She's Tina Mendoza, the Queen of New York. What am I? The cafe girl, that's what everyone is going to know me as now and forever.I felt someone sit down next to me."Jaxon, go away," I said without sparing him a look."Go tell Jaxon that," I heard Sam's voice instead of Jaxon's. She had a book on her thigh."What do you want?" I grunted, not in the mood for an argument or petty disagreement."I heard you were upset, so I brought you this," she said, passing me a grey notebook. It was plain and boring. I opened
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