Violet Iris Rowan, 25, grew up in a poor neighborhood in New York, with her sister and mom. Her mother worked multiple jobs to keep a roof over her daughters head. Violet noticed the money worry at a very young age and decided to take matters into h...
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The girls left about two hours ago, we all had a wonderful night. It was good to catch up with my girls, they were really comforting. Marco's coming over after work, he wants to talk but it's nothing bad.
His mothers words replayed in my mind, how soft spoken she was. Her beautiful wavy hair and bright blue eyes. I don't know how she passed, but I wish she didn't have to go.
Anyways, today I'm going to the police station to make a statement along with my sister.
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I wore baggy clothes since the rain decided to say hello. I grabbed my car keys and purse from the countertop and locked the door. I made my way down to the car, the nervous butterflies decided to make their appearance.
As much as I wanted to stay strong, I'm too exhausted to do so. Orla wants to join us, which is thoughtful so she'll be going with Freya.
Ugh, let's just hope it all goes well.
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"Hiiiiiiiii Marco Poloooooioo" Briella dramatically spoke as she tiptoed into my room.
"Stop calling me that" I replied, scrolling through my phone.
She rolled her eyes and flopped down beside me on the bed. "I'm bored."
"Where's your friends?" I ask her. I thought she'd be staying with them for a while.
