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"'Some of the greatest threats to the world,'" [url=https://www.piop.net/wp-content/uploads/2017/01/michelle-p-antiaging-cream.jpg]Rachel Reigns[/url] said, repeating a section of the message her daughter had received. "Some people used to consider your father a threat." Rachel sat across from her daughter with her arms crossed, studying Stelara with her baby blue orbs intently. Stelara made no acknowledgement to mother, staying silent as she stared out the tinted window of the black limousine that had picked them up at the airport with her beautiful green eyes. "Do you think any of [b]those[/b] people care that your father is dead? That that monster killed him in cold blood?"

The limo slowed to a stop in front of the school as it came to its destination. Stelara placed her rather expensive sunglasses upon her face still showing no reaction to her mother's words. While the driver got out to come around and open the door for the young woman Rachel had more to say. "Keep your guard up, Stella. Do not trust them. They will only use you." Then, the door opened.

Without saying a word, the twenty year old got out of the car. Once out of the car Stelara smoothed out her plaid circle skirt and straightened her red, light weight crop sweater. Sheer luxe pantyhose, red ribbed knee high socks, a pair of black platform T-strapped pumps and a silver heart-shaped locket completed her outfit.

Rachel rolled down the window as the driver retrieved her daughter's luggage. "Stella," Rachel said looking up at her daughter, her voice much softer than it had been a minute ago. "You know your father and I have only ever had your safety as our upmost priority."

[color=FF0033]"Yes, mother."[/color]

"You are our shooting star. Please, be careful."

[color=FF0033]"I will."[/color]

I love you, Stelara," Rachel said with a smile before blowing her only daughter a kiss.

[color=FF0033]"I love you too, mother,"[/color] Stelara replied and did the same.

And with that small exchange Stelara began her walk up to the front door of the school. Through her dark lenses she could see a quartet of young adults loitering in front of the doors. Were the doors locked or were they merely hanging out? As her heels clicked along the pavement Stelara would soon find out.