IT HAS BEEN FAR TOO LONG. When did I last update this? November? How dare I. I'm finishing up with my end of the semester assessments and projects, so I apologize for my lack of posting. I've been so busy! Christmas break starts next week, so I should post at least one or two chapters soon. It is time to leave South Carolina (finally)! Let's see if any of your theories were correct! Let me know if they were!
Warning: Mention of murder
Much Love, Krissy
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Two Months Later (July):
A majority of the small things and nonessential larger furniture have been packed up and sent off to New York already in a moving truck. The drive is almost 11 hours, and we sent it off yesterday, so it's our hope that we'll get there soon to meet it.
"I've got the bottom floor bathroom cleaned out!" Lydia calls, heading out to the other moving truck. Some of the furniture has been sold - mostly things my father picked out - but a majority of it is coming with us. My mother is moving with us to New York. We searched for places to live in New York and finally picked one out. It's a penthouse near central park, I think. I don't remember. We've been packing for days. Thankfully, however, some friends have been helping, and so have Skylar's parents. I look around my old room, the last of my things packed up from it. Some arms snake around my waist, and I smile.
"Hey," Skylar says into my back. I turn and face her, draping my arms over her shoulders.
"Bonjour, ma douce (my sweet)," I say. She giggles and blushes, having picked up some French over the past two months. I plant a soft kiss on her lips, and she smiles as she hides her face in the crook of my neck. We aren't together exactly, but sort of. It's complicated.
"Ana! Could I get some help?" John calls from the other room. I chuckle and Skylar releases me. She picks up the box on the floor while I leave to find John. I find him in my mother's room, trying to get the mattress by himself.
"Toi idiot (You idiot)," I giggle fondly. He grins at me before dropping the mattress again and sitting on it.
"Well, you and Sky are too busy flirting all the time to notice I need help, and the mattress needs to be moved out, so it's not that I'm an idiot, it's that you're a slacker," he says, grinning cheekily at me. I gasp dramatically and put a hand against my chest.
"I don't slack in anything I do! How dare you!" I cry. He chuckles and jumps back off the bed, then gestures to it.
"Could I get some help then, not slacker?" he asks. I sigh, but grin and nod, walking over to him. We move it off the frame first, then turn it sideways so it will fit through the door frame. I carry it from one side, and he carries it from the other, so neither of us have to walk backwards down the stairs.
"Miss Charlotte? There's a lady here to see you!" Lydia calls. As we reach the bottom of the stairs, I peer around the mattress. There's a woman standing just inside the open door with Lydia beside her. She's very young and pretty. Probably no more than five or six years older than me. I lower the mattress slightly, signalling for John to put it down. When we've placed the mattress down against a wall, I watch my mother go over to the woman, who immediately looks down in apparent shame.
"I'm sorry, have we met?" my mother asks politely. I don't recognize the woman, and she apparently doesn't either. The woman shakes her head.
"No, Mrs. Reama, we haven't. That...That was the entire point," she says. My mother glances over at me, and I shake my head and shrug. I don't understand what this woman is talking about either. The woman is shaking.
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FanfictionBack in the mid 1800's, Anastasia Reama had lived a tragic, but accomplished, life, passing away only days after her last friend - the widow, Miss Eliza Hamilton. In a world where everyone has the chance to live again and remember their past lives...
