''It's sad when someone you know, becomes someone you knew.''
It was true, to be honest. It was sad. To watch someone you know become someone you knew. I watched them, moved on with their life, but their bond was tight. But they were missing someone, me. I watched them move on with their lives and it seemed like forgotten all about me. I was hurt, hell yeah I was. Who wouldn't be? I knew I was. So I did what they did to me.
I moved on. I left them even if they didn't know that. My life changed after that. I was ... different. I didn't act like my quiet self anymore. I was more bold, more daring, more adventurous. I didn't act like the old me, I was different. And I wasn't sure if anybody liked it or not, but I learned not to care. I learned to shrug off what other people thought of me, or how they shot rude comments to me.
I made sure that I never paid attention to them, to not care what they thought of me or how they shoved me through the halls, I pushed it away also. But when the war was over, and everyone can live in harmony. But, thats when they needed me the most.
I had no idea why the wanted me back. Why they missed me after ignoring me for many years. But I never knew. Until they showed up at my door.
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So here is how the story starts.
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''Angela! No don't touch that!" I scolded at the young girl, she looked up at me and her bottom lip trembled . My face softened instantly. ''Aw, Ange. Don't cry.'' I soothed as tears fell down her face. I picked her up and gently rocked, whispering soft words to her as she began to cry. ''No Ange, don't cry.'' I pleaded and gently swayed with her. She soon calmed down as I gently wiped away her tears. ''That's my girl.'' I cooed. Now, I know what you're thinking, that I have a baby? Psh, no I don't. I babysit Angela everyday until her mom, Lou comes to pick her up.
''Reme!" Angela giggled, as I awed slightly, on how she pronounced my name. The door bell rang and I gently put Angela in her play pen, making sure the walls were secure as she wouldn't knock them over. I made sure she was occupied before walking over to the door, checking to make my wand in my pocket. But when I swinged open the door, I wasn't expecting them to be there.
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Remy Evans.
17 years old.
A/N: Sorry that's so short, it's just a prologue. c:
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