“I have never been the type of girl to need anything “brand” name. I was always just as happy to get a pair of jeans from the thrift store than anything with the name “prada” on it. I never understood why people would spend so much on clothing that they will grow out of or stain in a year, for cars they only drove on the sunny days-which was often in Washington, or manicures as they would chip within forty eight hours. That didn’t change with my transition as I could easily be found in any thrift store in Washington. But I was unaware the lengths others would go to for their lives to look effortless...or who was out to ruin mine.”
While making her way back onto campus, Aurora thought of just what it meant to have blood on her hands. No matter how much of a bastard Leon was, it was still a
