Larisa felt like she was back in her teenage years. She had heard that apparently there were people trying to follow her around Ashcroft as she returned back so she decided to change her look, but a one she knew. So what was better than pretending to be back in her goth phase? Whenever someone looked at her, sheâd give them a death glare and stomp off, like she did as a teen. It just seemed like second nature.
She felt someone tap her on the shoulder so she immedately turned around and asked âwhat do you want?â
















