Please

Willow Quinn was the girl who sat at the popular table. The girl who everyone knew, even if they were from another state or school. She was the one you knew and if you didn't then you'd be shunned. It'd be social suicide.

Well, that the thing, she was, as in past tense. Everyone thought she moved, or took some time off. But she was never found. So, everyone thought she died or that's what he made them think at least. And her story died along with the memory of her.

People went back to who they were, and no one thought of her again. It was like she never even existed. That's what he wanted it to be like, like she never was alive at all.

But that's the thing, she was and she still is.

70 years later and no one even knows the name Willow Quinn.

And she's let out of hiding and comes back to see that everything she once had was gone and no one knows who she is. She has nothing.

But her story won't die yet. No, she will try her hardest and make them remember even if she dies trying.