"She is here," a tall stout man said to another one who was standing opposite to him. Only their shadows were visible-their faces were invisible due to the darkness. The men sounded very serious.
"This time we shall not miss it. Even if it values a life, I don't care." the other man said, with anger booming in his voice.
"She won't be able to escape this time, I promise you that."
......
The room was huge. Things were scattered everywhere. It had been more than an hour since they arrived at this new place. Zella was busy unpacking her stuff.
"I'm tired, I've been an doing this stuff for about an hour." she thought.
She walked towards the window. And then, she saw a handsome guy from the apartment in front of hers staring at her as if he was eyeing a piece of cake.
" Not again, I'm done with this. Why does everyone just stare at me? I don't want it to happen here as well. I don't want anyone to fight for me or because of me," she sighed.
She moved herself away from the window, And later when she felt that he had left, she went to the window to survey the place.She went through the things which was kept here and there.
She was gazing through the window to see the beautiful sight of this new town. She was very much obsessed with her old place but circumstances had obliged her to shift.
After watching the streets for some time, realization struck her that she had a lot of work to do.
Zella Christi is a young girl who is in her high school level. She had a flowing golden curls so smooth and silky almost ad if it was tailored from golden fabric. She had a ivory skin with a piercing eyes of green with a pink rosy lips. Something radiated from within that rendered her irresistible to both genders. Men desired her and women envied her with jealousy.
A humble innocent young girl, Zella, is the daughter of one of the famous doctors of town, Mr. Edward Christi and the famous poetess Mrs. Wizzia Christi who is renowned for her fantasy poems.
They were living a beautiful life in Western city when her father suddenly got a transfer to another town.
" I hate this. Why can't dad just stay at one place? This is the third time he is doing this," she mumbled to herself.
She sat on the floor and started to think about her old school.
*****
"Zella, pass me that ball," Kelan shouted.
"You did it Kelan," she exclaimed in joy when Kelan shot the ball.
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