.. my little sister Leaisl. B-B-But the image wasn't from my eyes, no. From her eyes at my... my funeral
'Sam is very peaceful, Mama. I would love to be like her' I said, twirling Samantha's hair around my finger
'Lea, she's-' said Kevin
'She doesn't know!!' Grandma hissed back
'Know about what?'
'That Sammie is in a state of peace. To be like her, you must disconnect from the li- I mean, outside world. Are you willing to do this?'
Godfather Wolf stepped out of the shadows behind us and into the light. He stared at me with his one eye, the other bandaged. 'I-I-I am not sure. I will think about it, God-Poppy' I replied
Wolf?! He never liked me, but loved little Leaisl. Another memory from Leaisl's eyes flashed in my mind
'Now, I am proud to present your new queen, Angelica Brovannia Sereno Sefalia!'
Angel stepped out of the doorway and into the spotlight. Her fiery red hair was pulled into a tight bun. Her Mama's makeup caked her face. She became queen, rather than me, because Sammy had died. The Fitzpatrick and Sefalia families had been in a rivalry for generations. When the Sefalias had found out Sam had almost been assassinated, they made a bet that if she died, Angel would become queen. If Sam survived, the next 10 girls born in the Fitzpatrick family would become queen. Sadly, Sam died. It was about 10 years ago, the reason still unknown.
'I deserved that crown!' I yelled at her
'Your family made an illegal bet! I rightfully deserve that crown! How do you know she was even killed by that crazy man?!'
'Calm down, little Leaisl' Angel calmly replied, talking in her strong Russian accent and smoking a cigarrete
'Well, we don't know, but you don't know. It's most likely the man killed her. She was very healthy, da? No diseases, she got all her shots, your family consists of germ-freaks. So, that leaves assasination!'
'She loves traveling to the woods! There is many wild animals in the wild! She had been bitten, so it was probally a snake or something like that!'
'Hah, a snake. Before our city was built, this land was cleared of everything. They dug giant holes to make sure no animal was still alive on the land. Then, they built all this. We have security all around the town and it is not capable of any animal to enter.'
'Angel, I-I-I can't believe we used to be friends! You're... you're so cruel!'
I dropped to the floor of her room, crying. She stared down at me. 'After Sam died, you supported me and hepled me. I thought of you as my new big sister.'
'Ahh, Leaisl. I have da siblings. I thought of you as one, though. But, it has to end soon. There is no thing as best friends forever. You know what I mean, da?' Angel grabbed something I couldn't see out of her desk and walked toward me, looking angry.
'Da?' and everything went black.
Leaisl! Angelica killed her?! I can't believe it. I stared at the blankness, though really Skye's heart rate, not realizing it was going a ongoing, boring tone.
"Sam? Sam? Oh my god. Skye! Doctor! Doctor! Sam? Are you OK? Sam? Sam? I should be getting you home, anyway
'Sam is very peaceful, Mama. I would love to be like her' I said, twirling Samantha's hair around my finger
'Lea, she's-' said Kevin
'She doesn't know!!' Grandma hissed back
'Know about what?'
'That Sammie is in a state of peace. To be like her, you must disconnect from the li- I mean, outside world. Are you willing to do this?'
Godfather Wolf stepped out of the shadows behind us and into the light. He stared at me with his one eye, the other bandaged. 'I-I-I am not sure. I will think about it, God-Poppy' I replied
Wolf?! He never liked me, but loved little Leaisl. Another memory from Leaisl's eyes flashed in my mind
'Now, I am proud to present your new queen, Angelica Brovannia Sereno Sefalia!'
Angel stepped out of the doorway and into the spotlight. Her fiery red hair was pulled into a tight bun. Her Mama's makeup caked her face. She became queen, rather than me, because Sammy had died. The Fitzpatrick and Sefalia families had been in a rivalry for generations. When the Sefalias had found out Sam had almost been assassinated, they made a bet that if she died, Angel would become queen. If Sam survived, the next 10 girls born in the Fitzpatrick family would become queen. Sadly, Sam died. It was about 10 years ago, the reason still unknown.
'I deserved that crown!' I yelled at her
'Your family made an illegal bet! I rightfully deserve that crown! How do you know she was even killed by that crazy man?!'
'Calm down, little Leaisl' Angel calmly replied, talking in her strong Russian accent and smoking a cigarrete
'Well, we don't know, but you don't know. It's most likely the man killed her. She was very healthy, da? No diseases, she got all her shots, your family consists of germ-freaks. So, that leaves assasination!'
'She loves traveling to the woods! There is many wild animals in the wild! She had been bitten, so it was probally a snake or something like that!'
'Hah, a snake. Before our city was built, this land was cleared of everything. They dug giant holes to make sure no animal was still alive on the land. Then, they built all this. We have security all around the town and it is not capable of any animal to enter.'
'Angel, I-I-I can't believe we used to be friends! You're... you're so cruel!'
I dropped to the floor of her room, crying. She stared down at me. 'After Sam died, you supported me and hepled me. I thought of you as my new big sister.'
'Ahh, Leaisl. I have da siblings. I thought of you as one, though. But, it has to end soon. There is no thing as best friends forever. You know what I mean, da?' Angel grabbed something I couldn't see out of her desk and walked toward me, looking angry.
'Da?' and everything went black.
Leaisl! Angelica killed her?! I can't believe it. I stared at the blankness, though really Skye's heart rate, not realizing it was going a ongoing, boring tone.
"Sam? Sam? Oh my god. Skye! Doctor! Doctor! Sam? Are you OK? Sam? Sam? I should be getting you home, anyway
'It was March 1957 and I was taking photographs in Paris.1 afternoon I went up the Bastille and I saw 2 lovers on a balcony.They were standing very near each other.They were talking.I took just 1 photo and they didn't hear me.I called it Lovers at the Bastille.Luckily for me this photo became very popular in France.Soon posters and postcards with my picture of the 2 lovers were everywhere.But I never knew who the 2 young people were.They never contacted me.'
'30 years later I had an exhibition of my photos in Paris.I was talking to some friends when suddenly a man came up to me and said,'I know your 2 lovers.They live near here.I can take you there if you want.'I immediately decided to go and meet them.This was their story.'
'30 years later I had an exhibition of my photos in Paris.I was talking to some friends when suddenly a man came up to me and said,'I know your 2 lovers.They live near here.I can take you there if you want.'I immediately decided to go and meet them.This was their story.'
