Alone

My mother used to tell me about the ocean.She said there was a place where there was nothing but water as far as you could see;that it was always moving,rushing towards you and then away.She once showed me a picture that she said was my great-great-great-grandmother,standing in the ocean as a child.It has been years since,and the picture was lost to the fire long ago,but i remember it,faded and worn.A little girl among nothingness.

Meet November,Her life has been turned upside down ever since The officials arrived.

Will it ever be the same again?