"Those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it."
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Leona never liked him.
Okay, that was a lie. She had once been best friends with him.
She may have even had a childish crush on him when they were children.
That was until he stopped even noticing her existence.
When Leona's mother and father died, everyone kept their distance from the Myles girls. Everyone had heard the gossip of how the police had been called to the Myles household when the eldest sister called them fantically over the phone, a day after the police had eventually found out that both bodies had been murdered on the same day, both murders within twenty minutes of each other.
And how Wyane Myles' body wasn't murdered by human means, but by(oddly enough) a large cat.
Guess who the last person to see both Madelyn and Wyane Myles alive that night?
Leona Myles.
The very same girl who was found covered in both of her parent's blood.
The very same girl whose parent's suddenly started keeping their children from playing with.
Even the girl's best friend.
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"What do you mean by you can't play with me anymore?" Leona asked her friend, her brown eyes wide with confusion.
"My mom doesn't want me to talk to you," he replied, a frown on his face as he glanced over his shoulder to see if his mom had found out that he snuck off to speak with her.
Leona's eyes narrowed in confusion, "Why?"
"Mom says it's because of how your parents died," he explained, "She finds it odd how you were there and how a big cat somehow managed to kill your dad."
Leona's eyes widened as she stood a step back, her eyes filled with terror, "What-"
