02-22-2013, 07:00 AM
Anastasia didn't turn around as her angry slowly disappeared and her tears dried up, her smile returned her to face as she slowly turned around. "People like me? You mean like your friend's little buddy in the other room? I'm sorry Tristan, but you have no right to say that and you know nothing about me. Never compare a daughter to her father, especially if she is able to kill you in a second." Anastasia said as her scarf fluttered lightly behind her and went to the kitchen table and gently touched a chair. "Why do I deserve what I have gotten?" She asked as her angry seem to slowly come back undetected.
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