Lucy sat on the bench and just stared at the peices of metal in her hands. Big wet tears streamed down her face. Lucy desperately tried to wipe them away but she couldn't stop crying. Her face was hot and red.
"I give up," she murmured. "What's the point?"
"Hey," a voice said, placing her hand on Lucy's shoulder.
"You okay?" The voice asked. It was sweet and charming, like a gentle harmony at dawn. Lucy looked up and saw a girl about a year younger than her with dark hair. She wore the same locket Lucy wore, except hers wasnt smashed to bits. The girl wore a pink shirt with one broken strap and stretchy denim jeggings. The girl asked again,
"Are you okay?" Lucy was silent, by finally answered with no. She explained what had happened as more tears streamed down her face. Lucy suddenly stoped and gazed at the girl.
"Why do you look so.... familiar??" She questioned. Eyeing the girls face, taking in every detail.
"I don't know. Maybe you've seen me round? Oh! I'm Laura, by the way. I just transferred here from Indonesia." Lucy widened her eyes.
"that's where I know you from! Do you have Framecast?"
"Yes,"
"Is your username Friska_Laura?"
"Yeeeees,"
"AND is your bff online Awesome Asreil?"
"How do Yu know that...?"
Lucy smiled excitedly. She spun in circles squeeling.
"IM AWESOME ASREIL!!" Lucy screamed.
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Forgotten
FantasyIs anger controllable? Can it get any worse? What can I do with it? How strong is hate? These questions burst through Lucy's mind as she tries to contain the dark side of how she really feels.
