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Faye walked into the room, a huge smile spread across her tanned skin.
'Guess what!' her eyes sparkled with excitement. 'You got in!' she squealed.
'I can't believe it! Congratulations!'

'Got what?' Liana looked up from her desk.
'A place at Havenview High! It's the most prestigious school in the planet! And
very very selective. Apparently they were impressed with your writing.'Faye
winked. 'You should let me read your stories!'

'Oh. But I'd rather stay home with you.' Liana continued sketching.

'Nonsense. You'll meet people. Promise me you'll try to make friends.' Faye said in
a more serious tone.
Sensing the barely concealed worry in Faye's request, she put down her pencil, 'Sure.'
she agreed.

Faye worried about her sometimes. She saw how quiet Liana was and how comfortable she
was at being alone. That was something that she never understood.
She could not stand being alone when people were around her. The awkward silences and
stares never agreed with her. She was the one who starts a conversation. The one who
buzzed around, drawing people to her like bees to honey. The life of the party to put it modestly.
Yet she'd seen it before. This exact behaviour. In the character of...

Her thoughts came to a halt as a flash of pain stabbed her heart. She could still remember the
cold, lifeless body, gray to her eyes. It was in that moment that the colour fled from her world
and forsook her. Her heart became a barren wasteland with dead trees in the place of beautiful
relationships, fragments of glass coated her memories, threatening to prick her whenever she
picked one up.

Her darling had lain limp and broken on the floor. A porcelain doll, in pieces
and never to be put together again.

Bitter tears washed over her, threatening to drown her with the torrent of emotions that had
pulled her down when the memory was still fresh. When the pain was searing hot like the venom
of serpents rushing through your veins before it strikes your heart and gives the fatal blow.

She slept badly that night. Her new mattress helped none even though the salesman swore
that it could put even the most hyperactive baby to rest. Come to think of it, he wasn't selling
the mattress with as much effort as he put in when trying to steal glances at her chest.

Pervert. She flung a pillow over her head. 'I've been conned,' she sighed.

to be continued...