Noelle
Her mother died when she was three, her father was a deadbeat alcoholic, so she lives with her grandparents. Noelle would seem like the perfect candidate for someone who wants to find their stone, but she's the exact opposite. She bubbly, feisty, beautiful, happy, and almost angelic.
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"Noelle! Dinner!" Noelle's grandmother, Cynthia, called from down the hall.
"Coming Grandma!" Noelle yelled back, turning out the lights as she walked towards the kitchen.
She sat in her normal spot while her grandmother placed the food on the table and sat down as well. "Where's grandpa?"
"Oh, you know him. He's out for the night; a bit more business to attend to than he imagined." Noelle nodded in response and retrieved a piece of chicken from the pan for dinner.
"Let's pray, Noelle." Taking a hold of her hands they began to pray.
"Thank you, LOSS for this wonderful family, food, and friends. May we have many more to share together." And after, they began to eat.
Noelle didn't really believe in LOSS, but she prayed for the sake of her grandmother. It's quite hard to believe in LOSS after her father was a deadbeat and her mother died when she was three.
They finished dinner, and Noelle didn't know she had been lied to. She and her grandmother had eaten dinner alone because Noelle's grandfather was out, yes, but he wasn't out on business. He was attending a funeral, a funeral no child of 15 should have to attend.
The funeral of her own father.
He had died two days earlier, and funeral plans were quite speedy, despite the unplanned death.
There wasn't much to be left for her, but her bank account was about to spike anyway. 3,000 dollars; the usual condolence for a death of an immediate family member.
But Noelle knew none of this, she thought her father was probably off in jail for a few years, or living on alcohol and a few dollars like he always had. She had no clue he had died. She had no clue that her grandparents were the only family keeping her from being orphaned.
And she slept through that night only knowing what she already knew. Which wasn't much anymore.
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Dull Silver
Ficción GeneralL- Life O- Of S- Stone S- Souls Etched in your stone A brittle old skull and cross bone One day you will see And maybe you will try and flee Now our last question is asked What makes up your past?
