Everything felt numb as she walks through the street it also felt like the weather was attesting to that because it was cloudy with the sun hiding behind the clouds. It had been two weeks already when she heard that Cynthia died. The guilt was eating into her as the grief crept in as well. She felt like she couldn’t breathe, she had said her name three times. Is this how she wanted to live she says to herself.

She had been avoiding Night Cross during classes, he hadn’t said anything to her but she knew he would soon. These days she had nightmares every night.

She was a murderer. Her driver Moses had offered to drive her but she refused. She needed time to clear her head and a stroll was what she thought she needed.

She had gotten to a part of the street where they were different stores at each side. A few people walked in and out of stores while some looked through the show glasses. S

Maneuvering through the presence of hungry mothers and daughters was like climbing the highest mountain. After much fake smile and skillful invasion He was able to make it out to receive some fresh air. Just then he sees Michael trying to sneak into the party. The little boy was curious. He wished he could invite him to the ball but he knows his mother would make a mountain out of a mere hill for inviting the servants to the occasion.

Philip approaches Michael, but little Michael tries to run away. He holds him steady. "No need to run Michael, it’s just me”,

Michael then releases a sigh of relief, "Hi Mr. Philip” the boy said with a smile,

"You really wanted to attend the Ball didn’t you?” Philip asked patting the boys head,

Michael puts his face down and swings his leg back and forth. "I will tell you what, I would take you to a corner where you can see everything and even have some

Mary had decided that it was this one second that made a difference between life and death, she was going to get this over and done with. Who was she going to pick. Just as Mary excluded herself from the group walking through the hall way, she saw Cynthia talking to her ex husband Ben. She stopped on her track listening to their conversation. Cynthia says to him this would be a good time to get her attention. Ben has been ting to get back with her for a while now but Mary in Martha’s body was not interested. There was no way she wants him back. Then she thought to herself the first person she would kill is the one who tries to bring her and that disgusting man back together. Before she knows time seems to stop as she stood in the hall way looking at the black figure of the person she was going to give next. Then Cynthia turns oh Martha, "how long have you been here?”

"Just now” she repl

Everything felt numb as she walks through the street it also felt like the weather was attesting to that because it was cloudy with the sun hiding behind the clouds. It had been two weeks already when she heard that Cynthia died. The guilt was eating into her as the grief crept in as well. She felt like she couldn’t breathe, she had said her name three times. Is this how she wanted to live she says to herself.

She had been avoiding Night Cross during classes, he hadn’t said anything to her but she knew he would soon. These days she had nightmares every night.

She was a murderer. Her driver Moses had offered to drive her but she refused. She needed time to clear her head and a stroll was what she thought she needed.

She had gotten to a part of the street where they were different stores at each side. A few people walked in and out of stores while some looked through the show glasses. She looked at the corner of the street where she saw a little girl holding her mother’s hand, she smi

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