It's been 12 days. She's not doing any better. My mother has been sick with a mystery virus that has been spreading around my small home town. No one knows the cause. It could just be the after effect of the flu; after all my mother had just gotten over it 2 days before this virus showed up.
"Estelle! Come here! You mother needs to talk to you," called my dad.
I got up out of my desk in my music room and headed upstairs to my mother's room. As I rounded the steps I saw the doctor coming out of her room. He lowered his head, so I couldn't see his face.
"Doctor, I was told my mother wanted me. May I go in?"
He lifted his head and his face was grim. And I could tell right away. My mother was dead.
ɧɛყ ɠųყʂ! ʂơཞཞყ ɬɧıʂ ƈɧą℘ɬɛཞ ῳąʂ ʂơ ʂɧơཞɬ I ῳཞơɬɛ ıɬ ཞɛąƖ զųıƈƙ ıŋ ɧơɱɛ ཞơơɱ. ąŋყῳąყʂ ıɱ ɠơŋŋą ʂɬąཞɬ ą Q ąŋɖ A.
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The Flare
Teen FictionEstelle didn't want this to happen, she didn't know it would happen. Its was the worst of her fears. Jace, her little brother is her only reason for living, until she meets Jonathan Wayland, the new boy.
