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My sister, Annabelle, how I miss her so! She left about 2 months ago and I have not been able to talk to her since! All because of President Hieghtman. He IS an EVIL man. He wants everyone to be 'pure bred' which meant no mixed kids. My Dad is white and my Mom is black. Which meant me and my sister had to be 'dealt with'. My Dad, thankfully, talked Hieghtman out of sending me away. Because I have straight hair, and light skin. But Annabelle has brown skin, and curly, curly, hair. So there were to be 'no excuses'. I felt like he was Hitler. Sending away other people just because He didn't like how they looked. I had heard people were starting a rebellion, and if they were I wanted to join, but I couldn't. I had to stay with my family. If only I had known they were going to send Annabelle away! I would have gladly went to protect her. I would do anything for her. Unfortunately, she has to stay with my Aunt Marcia. She could be married to President Hieghtman, she was THAT mean. She hated mixed people too. I heard that a long time ago she met this black guy...she is white...they got married and she got pregnant. It was a beautiful mixed baby...but the baby- a girl- died when she was only 2 days old. The baby was said to have looked like Annabelle. That's probably why my Aunt hates her so much. Annabelle doesn't know why though. I wish Annabelle knew this. But unfortunately, I can't tell her because President H. has cut off all relations between England and the world. The only thing we can do is buy and sell. No one can go out, and no one can come in. He cut off phone service, internet, and shut down the airport. On a Tv interview, he said something about making the 'perfect army' and becoming ruler of all of Europe. My father, a duke, personally thinks President H. is crazy. So do I. I just want to talk to Annabelle, and hear her beautiful voice. She loved to sing. We would sit on the hillside, me playing guitar, and her singing melodiously. But that was before President Heightman came into the government. I walk over to our favorite area on the hillside. There stands a big, oak tree. Engraved on the side it says, Annabelle and Charles, best friends forever. We did argue sometimes, but only about silly things. We always talked and were rarely apart. Annabelle was always shy and barely had any other friends. We had a close bond, like no other. I miss her so much. I would do anything to hear her beautiful voice! Annabelle...if you're out there...anywhere...just know no matter what, I love you lil' sis :)
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Becoming Fearless
Roman d'amourI just wanna say sorry. Sorry to my best friend Jennifer for dragging her into this. Now I've put both her life, and her baby-on-the-way's life in danger. And sorry to Samuel Collins. For falling in love with you and not being able to let go. You gu...