*Time skips forward, landing on the date of 2015. All character references are now mostly true.*
Beth's POV:
I sat, straining for new artistic ideas for a Soul inspired poster for my wall. I hadn't done this objective for such a long period of time it seemed more or less...difficult. It usually didn't. That was the worst part entirely, that I'd de-evolved to the point where I could barely draw a realistic piece of art work. I'd only really taken notice to my sir name a few years ago when starting to find out about our ancestors as a school project. 'Soul', what a strange being of a last name. Maybe I personally had something around that name...
School was a mess, an oversized worry lying in the path of my way to victory. I had thought of quitting the whole thing like slicing it into small chunks, which in all seriousness is what I longed to do. I sat there, my hands deep in my hair which sometimes soothed me. I looked up at the cold, white ceiling which glared back down at me. I wanted to see my lost sister, Silvia Soul and the father of us both. I wanted to see my gracious mother and all the while touch the hand of the butler. I had so many fantasies whirling round my head like birds scattering from a loud noise. I knew none of these idiocies would become realities however I could always wish...wish on the stars and ask them for help...
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The Souls of Main Street - A role play fanfiction by BunBun Online
Fantasy"You'll be safe here," whispered a voice in her ear, the smooth air pushing the hairs on the back of her neck up. Her ears were ringing as if a war bomb had been implanted right there...Maybe it had. Can Whisper change the future as the Tradesman sh...
