Celestial Immortal

Seattle Times

May 18th 2013

Today a tragedy has struck our city. 12 year old orphan Cassia Taylor who has been missing for three days has been found dead off the coast of the Puget Sound. Her foster family and orphanage have lost the one sliver of hope that they could ever see their missing foster-daughter again. There will be a memorial service in honor of the dear Cassie. It is an open funeral and everyone dearest to Cassie may come and mourn with family and friends.

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"Larry?!?" A cemetery guard yells. "What is it Johnson?" The other yells. "Wasn't the new girl Cassia Taylor supposed to be in this space?" Johnson asks. "Yah I think so JohnnyBoy" Larry says. "I told you not to call me that, Larry. And if she's supposed to be here than where is she?" Johnson says. They both scratch their heads and look around. "Let's ummm... Not tell the boss about this, ok?" Johnson says. "Agreed." Larry says.

~ASPEN~

I put the newspaper down in front of me and I'm shocked. First, the girl goes missing. Then, she gets found dead in the middle of the sound. And when she is supposed to be buried, she disappears. Above all, she's an orphan. This is the craziest story I've ever read. How could somebody do such a thing to such a sweet girl. 'KNOCK! KNOCK!' It's like nine in the morning on a Saturday in the middle of fall, who would be coming at such an early hour? I run to the door and look out the peep hole. "Oh my Goodness!" I look back at the picture on the newspaper and open the door. I see a girl with really long shadowed-blonde hair with a soft complexion, tan skin, startling gray eyes with a tint of ocean blue around the iris, and the saddest smile I've ever seen. I slam the door in her face then think. This can't be happening. I slowly open the door again with a disapproving face. "What kind of sick joke is this! Am I supposed to give you money or something because that isn't happening!" I yell at her. She cringes but I don't care. This girl just died, how could someone pull something like this. "Look I don't know where I am, I don't know how I ended up in a cemetery and I don't know why everyone thinks I'm dead," she says in a soft, quiet voice. I almost feel sorry for her. "Maybe they all think you're dead because you were found at the bottom of the Puget Sound." I offer taking a deep breath. I mean what if she's telling the truth. She literally looks exactly like the girl in the picture. "But I'm not dead. I could almost... Breathe." She says with a confused look off into the distance. My expression must have given it away because she quickly says, "look, I know it sounds crazy. But I'm not dead and I am standing right on your doorstep begging a complete stranger to believe me." She says. I give her a sympathetic look. I do believe her. I have got to call Juliet. She'll know what to do.