Part 1: Chapter 2
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Rosemarie’s Point of View
There is a strange mortal, from the smells of it, gawking at me like I’m some sort of show. For sure, she has not yet realized that I’ve noticed her.
I’ve seen her before, once or twice over the summer. She usually walks with two other girls- Erin Narelle and Brooke Everett, who I am quite fond of from the time we spent together last year in the spring musical. Brooke is in “Japan”, well, as far as the mortals know. Erin is too “important” to bother with a measly Marcus.
I believe her name is Natalie. Her medium length blonde hair is incredibly frizzy this morning; I can’t understand how she could bear to leave her residence like that. She’s wearing an oddly stylish yellow pea coat with a scarf the color of dead grass. Of course, like everyone of this era, she dons a pair of “colored skinnies”, which are a horrid shade of vermillion. On her feet, she wears a pair of Converse.
I remember my first pair of Converse. I remember walking down to the department store, birthday money in hand, and up the tiny display of sneakers. The brand, only twenty years old at that point. That was March 20th, 1929.
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Stuck in a Time Warp
ContoScreaming is the last thing I wanted to hear that night. The misery and pure agony still echoes in my memory. No child should be forced to grow accustom to such wails. Or know what torture that causes them. Let alone, remember it. The quaint ocean...
