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3. Leaving Already?

Last chapter: Damien follows me into my room. "Need any help?", he asks and I nod. "Yes, please." He walks over to me and begins helping me unpack my things.

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Narrator pov.

The Neff sisters were only at the Thorn's lovely mansion for about three weeks. Now it was time for them to leave again. Where?, You ask? Well to Davidson Military Academy of course. Damien and Mark attend school there, but Violet and Allie need to go school as well. So Richard set up a plan for to two sisters to attend there too. The only problem with that is that... they will be the only two girls there. Violet was a little nervous about it, but Allie on the other hand wasn't phased about it. Allie was the type of girl, who really wouldn't care about small certain things like that. Plus she was just more sociable than Violet was.

Have you ever heard the saying, "May your life be full of love and laughter."? No? Well the saying is pretty self-explanatory. Well, this story will be the opposite of that... Um, Let's check in and see how everyone's doing, shall we? 

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Still Narrator pov.

The boy's face glowed brightly in the light of the crackling flames. It was a handsome face, his eyes were intent and brooding now, as they stared through the closing dusk at the bonfire's flames. He was trying to remember. A primitive ache pulled at him, a sense of wisdom buried deep, a long time forgotten...

"Damien?" He didn't move. He didn't hear the girl's voice. He was caught in the moment in another time and place. The gardeners continued to rake the dead leaves around him, unwilling to interfere with the boy's thoughts as he stood transfixed before the fire. In reality, he was standing in front of a large bonfire on the North Shore of Chicago, in the middle of a vast lawn that stretched in one direction almost as far as the eye could see, in the other, came to an end before an enormous old mansion. This near-place was the home of his aunt and uncle, who were now his foster parents.

But in his mind, he stood amid, bright continual flames, while all around him floated the sound of constant wailing and moaning- the cries of those who were suffering dreadfully, their pain made all the worse for knowing it never end.

"DAMIEN!!" The vision fled. Damien Thorn shook his head and turned in the direction of the voice. He looked at the girl, known as Violet Neff standing in front of him. He looked into her green orbs. "What? is it?", He asked confusedly. "Mark's been calling us for awhile now. We need to go." Damien nodded and took the girl's hand into his. Little did she know his face was a bright pink color. He had to squint as the sun set behind the glided roof of his foster parents' summer home. High up on a third-floor balcony, his cousin Mark was waving wildly to them.

Damien liked Violet. Violet was always kind, always generous. Damien had made a genuine effort to welcome Violet in. It's already been three weeks, now the two were closer than ever. They all were dressed in neatly pressed uniforms of the military academy they attended. They both waved back to Mark. "We're coming!" they both yelled, Damien then turned to shake hands with the head gardener. "See you later, Jim." The old man had barely nodded his response when Damien and Violet took off, loping across the lawn and up to the massive front doors of the house.

As a sort of melancholy accompaniment, Mark pulled out his beloved bugle, leaned out over the balcony, and played "Taps" into the darkening evening air. Damien and Violet ran towards the house. The young boy was approaching his eighteenth birthday, the age when, as has been believed in most cultures for thousands of years, he would attain the full powers of manhood.

Violet pov.

I ran with Damien towards the house, seeing Mark and Allie up on the balcony. Mark playing his bugle was like music to my ears. I could see Allie enjoyed it as well, she clapped along as he played. I walked into the house, along with Damien. Allie and Mark came walking down the stairs. Richard and Ann followed behind them. "Are you guys ready to go?" We all nod and hug Richard and Ann one last time before getting into the car. It was a small car, but we all could fit if we sat in couples. Damien choose to sit with me, Mark chose to sit with Allie. Even though they were sitting in different seats, Damien and Mark still chatted up a storm. I laid my head on Damien's shoulder and fell asleep.

TO BE CONTINUED!