The clicking of my heels on the polished marble floor draws the attention of everyone I pass. I try not to look at any of them. Everyone I look at now, reminds me of Caleb and how much I miss him.
"Ms. Morgan, can I take your umbrella?"
"No thank you," I say politely but sternly.
My gaze stays ahead of me. I smooth down my black dress, which wrinkled in the wind.
"It's right down there to the left," Some one points me towards the place my mind it set on.
"Thank you sir," I say, my eyes brimming with tears.
A single tear rolls down my cheek, then another and another.
And pretty soon, I've lost it.
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(Un)Fortunate
Teen FictionImagine what it's like to have your life changed forever in a fraction of a second. Arielle "Ellie" Morgan and her twin brother Caleb would be like any other seventeen year old kids. If it weren't for the screaming fans, flashing lights of the papar...
