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Introduction

This is apart of the August Whodunit Murder Mystery held by Contests and more specifically, TimberWoolf . This a quick introduction to my character:

Hope Hill~The Bereaved.

Almost twenty years old, Hope Hill has seen more death than most. After losing her brother, mother and father in quick succession, Hope has formed a dark philosophy on life. She not very optimistic on anything, but she is positive that everybody gets consumed by maggots eventually.

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Hi, I'm Hope Hill. Welcome to my perspective on August Whodunit. I'll be your narrator for the month. I'm nineteen years old, turning twenty in two months and I'm from Québec. I'm fluent in both French and English but English is my go-to.
  I'm aromantic asexual and a sophomore in university. I've had a lot of family members die within the last year. My little brother, Marcus, got diagnosed with leukemia a little over a year ago. I missed a lot of school because I practically lived in the hospital with my brother. I ended up dropping out.
  Didn't want my school work to get in the way. He died a month later. His body was cremated and put in a fancy urn. I met Delilah Black at Marcus' wake. He turned out to be friends with my parents.
  My mom got back into some bad habits so he stuck around for the sake of the family. Or so he said. He paid off the university and I started playing catchup with my studies. A month after my brother's passing, my mom ODed on some pretty strong stuff. There was some speculation on whether or not it was on purpose.
  She was also cremated and the wake came and went. I buried myself in my studies. A week later, my dad went bar hopping with a few friends and got wasted. He thought he was good enough to drive. Ended up crashing head-first into a tree. Idiot.
  We went through the usual routine. Delilah paid off the house. Which was a small wooden cabin in the woods a bit away from the nearest town. I placed all three urns in a storage unit that my parents had so they can put all of their mementos that they've gathered throughout the years. Classes came to an end. My first exam was a week away.
  A few of my friends threw a rager. Someone was smoking grass and offered me a pipe. I ended up being higher than a hot air balloon. Unlike my dad, my mom's friend drove me home. I got pissed at the house.
  Ended up lighting it on fire. It burned strong and fast. I spent a day in jail on the charges of arson and being in possession of marijuana as a minor. Delilah bailed me out. I poured my dead family over the runes of the cabin.
  He brought me to the U. S. under the pretence that I just needed to get out of the place. He parked me in his manor. Paid the nearest university to let me take my exams there and to go there officially that September. He also replaced everything that burned in the fire with the latest edition. His birthday rolled around and he was anxious for it.
  He moved me around a lot to accommodate the upcoming guests. Despite him being the man that helped the freshly orphaned young adult, I didn't trust him. We weren't close. I kept my distance from him. I could tell something was wrong with him. There was some in his eye.
I'm a strong believer that no one does anything remotely kind for the sake of it. The most selfless of actions have a selfish underbelly if you look hard enough. He would disappear for days. His maid was also nice to me as well but I don't trust her either, I don't talk to any of the other people live in the manor, I'm not sure if they know I live there in the first place. I stay away from people and hate physical contact with a passion.
   I'm germaphobic. I suffer from anxiety attacks because of that very fact.
Delilah is now dead. And, to be frank, I couldn't care less. We all die. It's part of life. I don't care to find the murderer.
After all, what's in it for me?

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A. N: This is not apart of the 2K-4K words for the week. This is written purely for you to get a feel for my character. I think she's pretty awesome and I hope you like her as well. Till next time. May the odds be ever in your favour.
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