~Emma~
I don’t understand this celebration ritual of theirs. Half of us are undead and the rest are… well, monsters actually. Or if you want to be politically correct, I guess you have to say a third? Oh, bullocks! It must be all this sadness that is going straight to my head!
I honestly don’t know what I’m doing here. If it were up to me, I would happily be sitting in the kitchen in my corner, reading one of the books from the library, but thanks to my damn impulse to help, I’m not the new secretary to the Mayor… whether I want to be or not.
Meaning I have to attend these things and get to know… people… are they people? After what happened with Isobel, and then with me, I no longer know if there really is such a thing as a normal human being!
Charlie “Hi Emma? Is it? I’m Charli
