Ella Brandon - A Twilight Fanfiction

Ella Brandon - A Twilight Fanfiction

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She looked so much like me but her hair was short and her eyes were a strange gold color. That wasn't what shocked me though. What shocked me was that I recognized her. I would never forget her face even though it has been decades since I was a human. It was her. It was- "Oh my god. Mary Alice Brandon?" I whispered softly causing the others to gasp even louder. I knew without confirmation that it was her, that she was my mom. I might have been only three when my mother was sent away to a mental asylum but I would never forget her face. Golden eyes searched my own crimson ones, oblivously confused.
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"...I don't draw on my body to make myself look badass, no, it was never that way. I see you glance at them whenever your sister comes in. You're interested and don't deny that, Mr. Look and Stay Silent." There was a girl, a reserved girl who worked five out the seven days of a week at a nail salon. She had artistic skills, which inspired her to spread her artistic love on her body. Some held a secret. Some held a memory. And some were just for a small smile to be produced any day. Then there was a boy, a reserved boy who had trouble with emotions and was seen wandering the halls of the school, only ever having his eyes on the floor he walked on. He had scars. One held his dark, haunting past that made his nonexistent tears fall. His scars made him frown, made his lips tremble, made his mouth form into a terrifying scowl. So when you place that one girl and that one boy in a room, what do you get? A journey. Started: 10/25/19 Ended: 01/20/20

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