I lead the two newbies to the House of Memories.
"'Kay," I say, gesturing at the house, "This is the House of Memories."
I count down in my head. 3,2,1-
"Whoa!!" Arena Kay and Cerya Laryn say in unison.
I hate my job, because I grow attached to the people, and the one person does. Or more. Depending on how any people are trapped...
"Let's go inside." I continue.
I always hate this place, because it reminds me of the time when I wasn't lonely. A time with love and hate, happiness and despair, friends and family, just...company in general. A time called my past. My old life, outside of the mirror.
But that doesn't matter right now...
Anyway, I lead them up the ancient marble stairs with the same green ivy twisting around the railing. We get to the grand doors, and I pull them open.
"Welcome," I say, "To the House of Memories."
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Shattered mirrors
AléatoireMy friend Sierra Long is Co-Authoring this book with me. I owe all the credit to her mostly. I am so happy to be doing this with my friends; Because I'm leaving this Green This year. I'm so sad I will also be Co-Authoring other books with my other f...
