"Amelia wants you to attend your grandmother's wake & funeral." He hands me an invitation with gold ink. I could probably say it was the most extra invite I've seen. I was holding a $100 invite and just holding it made me feel bad. All that money could have gone to the poor or charity. "I don't think I can go..."
"People in Amelia needs to see you, Isa, please." Breyer looked really desperate, he wanted me to go. I couldn't go, even if I wanted to go, I couldn't. I promised Constance and I always keep my promises. "I'm sorry, I promised my sister." His worries for me went away. His face turned angry and disappointed. "I can't believe my father died trying to get you back." He looked really sad, it was my turn to cheer him up. He came all this way to get nothing, I really felt selfish. "Your father..." I felt bad for the guy, I really did.
"He was on the same plane your father was in. Our fathers were best friends, he died trying to bring you home." I became silent, I didn't want to ruin the silence. I felt like it was all my fault, my fault our fathers died. The guilt was consuming me. This time it was him facing his shoes. I had nothing to say, nothing to cheer him up. "I-I, I'm sorry..." He looked up at me with a face I could never forget. He wasn't crying, but he was holding it in. As painful it was to watch, I looked away. I felt I was selfish, self-center, and useless to him. My head was up in the clouds and I wasn't thinking straight.
"I'll go, I'll go to Amelia."
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Becoming Queen
Teen FictionQueen Helena of Amelia has been assassinated. Amelia is now panicking in search of a new queen. They finally trace back the royal blood line over to an ordinary girl, Isa. Isa is an seventeen year old girl with barely any friends. She find...
