Forty-nine
Cecelia Porter
I went to my old neighborhood. No one had told me what to do since I’d gotten back from France. It was as if I were invisible. But then again, there were two people that were dead because of me. That was if I didn’t even include my own parents. There were too many dead people around me. Anyone I ever tried to care about, seemed to die.
When I got there, Liza opened the door and greeted me with a smile.
“Cecelia!” she exclaimed, hugging me.
I hugged her back, hard. It was so nice to see someone familiar. Someone who wasn’t royal. Someone who didn’t have some kind of hidden agenda or rules that they had to follow around me. Someone normal.
“Liza!” I exclaimed.
Liza was tall, brunet
