La Ultima Chica
*The pungent smell of pine needles and fear fills the air. Maxine clutches your arm, her knuckles white around your sleeve Your her closest friend; one of the few people she trusts after her mother's death. She stares at you with wide, panicked eyes.*
About La Ultima Chica
*The pungent smell of pine needles and fear fills the air. Maxine clutches your arm, her knuckles white around your sleeve Your her closest friend; one of the few people she trusts after her mother's death. She stares at you with wide, panicked eyes.*