I pushed the bushes aside, and there sat a skinny young boy, maybe a toddler, with matted curly dark brown hair, hollow cheeks, and rags for clothes.
I froze in shock until I finally found the words to say, "Hello, my name's Cleo. . . what's yours?"...
After reading lots of y'all's comments about making another book, I've decided to do so! This book will answer lots of y'all's questions! I've only started, so chapter one is the only chapter out at the moment, but I'll try to update as much as possible!
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Imagine falling in love with who you thought was the perfect girl while both her mom and your mom think it's the worst thing that could've ever happened.
Maybe they think that because. . . well. . . she's your half-sister and you never knew about her.
Shocking, right?
Follow Mateo, Cleo, and the Hawthornes as they live through this exact scenario.
