YOU WILL NEVER BE OUR QUEEN
Those are the words that greeted Tazanna as she opened the folded piece of paper. “What the-who wants to be the queen of obvious psychos?” she took the letter down the stairs where her mother, Javier, and Maqual were still standing around.
“I think these people have got the wrong house or something,” she handed over the message on the piece of paper to her mother.
“You will never be our queen?” Jazmine looked up at her daughter. “Where did you get this?”
“Under one of the slashed pillows. They probably thought I was the girl living next door. She is still in high school so maybe it’s the queen bee or something. That would make more sense to me.”
“Queen?” Javier asked, his grey eyes turning to Maqual. “What is this about?”
Tazanna saw that look, “why are yo
