I have a new home. With that new home came a new room and a new place. This new home also came with a new family and furnishings ( what a set up right? ) it also came with a new name for me. Don't get me wrong I'm not living with a bunch of strangers! I met them two years ago...twice.
There are five people living in the house total. There is, Melody and Andrew (not 100% sure if That's their real names ) Alex and Maranda (the twins) and me V- I mean Cassie (it'll take some time getting use to that) I now reside in New Orleans in this little town I can't tell you the name of. Where the population dosen't even reach 6,000. "Cassie?" Melody's soft voice called to me and caught my attention. "Yeah Melody? " I have to call her mom while in the eye if the public but no one said anything about when we're "home "
" We're going to a few shops tomorrow so education can get you and your sisters ready for school Monday. Also for a few groceries for the house." Melody informed me. "Sounds like a great time" was my reply but I couldnt keep the sarcasm out of my voice. "You know you don't have to go if you don't want to Cassie." I was just trying to get you guys prepare for when you go back." What she means to say is when the twins go back. "I know Melody." Was my only reply as I went and set up the table. . Dinner was uneventful, Alex and Maranda talked about tomorrow's shopping trip while Melody and Andrew (who by the way was indiffrent when it came to me.) discussed something that happened on the new and I sat quietly and ate and no one noticed when I got up and went to my room. That night sleep was slow to come and quick to leave like always it never stayed long. Waking up choking on smoke from fire that was never really there....I guess the sand man dosent like me much
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Secrets
FantasyI'm not who I say I am. I'm not what you think I am. I can't tell you the answer to any of the questions you might have because when they come for me. make no mistake they will come for me. I want my life to be the only one at risk of being taken.