"Ollie, please don't go!" The thirteen year old tugged on her older brother's shirt, begging him not to go. "Relax, Speedy," Oliver replied, planting a kiss on her head. "I'll be back before you know it."
Later that night, the Queen came bouncing back home, eager to receive a phone call from her brother, slowly counting the days before he would return home, safe and sound. But for now, all she could really focus on, was her Algebra homework. Even though it was the equivalency of death to her.
Shutting the worn pages of the textbook, the young girl scampered across the halls of the vast mansion, her feet making an instant beeline for the living room. The familiar ringing of the phone, reached her ears, causing her to be filled with utter excitement.
Her mother picked up the wireless device, holding it to her ear, the edges of her lips curling into a smile. Thea waited beside her, anxious to see if it was Oliver, until Moira's smile faltered, and the phone escaped from her shaking hands.
"Mom?!" She knelt beside the older Queen, her face plastered with worry. "Mom, what's wrong?" The woman stared deeply into her emerald orbs, as she delivered the painful news, with tears streaming down her face.
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Straight to Hell
Random• " If he said help me kill the president, I'd say he needs medicine. Sick of screaming let us in, the wires got the best of him. All that he invested in goes— Straight to hell, Straight to hell. " • — Wires, the Neighbourhood It was suppos...
