1943

96 avenue Victor Hugo,Paris

France

Matteo

Renada arrived the next afternoon, her arms laden with books by sir Arthur Conan Doyle, h.p. Lovecraft, pearl. Buck, Aldous Huxley, and many more.

"What's with all this?"I asked, raising an eyebrow at her.She threw a copy of Call Of Cthulhu in my face.

" You're not reading enough,"she sneered.

"And you observe too much,"I shot back.

"Just because you're older than me, it does not give you the permission to be laid back and not focus on your education in my house!"

"But i'm  supposed to stay here and wait-"

"Wait?!time and tide waits for no man.I myself am most displeased that you have to be here,"

"Well then we both agree that Leo shouldn't have forced us here!"I answered.

"Leo said it was for the best-"

"For the best?!"I scoffed."Why do I always have to deal with your endless bickering?"

"Why? Why? Because You hate me!"

The silence became uncomfortable.

"Don't give me that innocent look. How do I know? Isn't it obvious enough?!" she shouted, her frustration palpable. "My whole life I've been treated like dirt, like scum, by my own parents. I've been pushed aside, living in the shadow of my own deception. I'm used to this. I'm used to being hated, used to being labeled a busybody, a know-it-all, a psycho. I'm used to endless taunts, rumors, glares, threats," Renada continued, her voice strai