Brawlii

Day 51:

Something even more terrible has happened to me. I left the house today. I decided to go take a walk around. I had nothing better to do after all. I kept thinking of my life, and my cruel hatred towards others. Especially the ones who did nothing to me. I wondered what my life might have been like if I was allowed to marry Crennik. If I didn’t have to kill him, my parents, or anyone. Would I have been a better person? Would I have loved many others? I will never know the answers to these questions, for I was never given the choice to know.

When I got back to my home I noticed something was different. At first, I couldn’t quite figure out what was wrong. Then, I saw it. The place was half empty. All of Hiyyeth’s stuff was gone. He left nothing. There was not even a note left. I cried. I cried because I loved him. I cried because I hated him. I cried because I missed him. I cried because I never wanted to see him again.

Day 52:

This is the last day. I have packed nothing except for clothes. Except for this story of course. I leave everything else in this house. I am moving. Where to, I do not know. There is no reason for me to stay here. I hope to get this story published.

I will make a new destiny for myself. I will change my name, my whole identity. I do not wish to be known as Angille Deville anymore. I am now Quessa Pollterra.

I hurried to the airport and met my new companion. Except she has changed her identity too. Her name is no longer Veqivette. Her name is Zheronique Pollterra. We are now sisters. Sisters for life. We will have many stories to tell later on.

We will make many memories together. We will become new people. We will live, laugh, and love. We will be free.

Part 2

Intro Two

My name is Veqivette Juyolle. The previous installment of this book done by Angile Deville is right before mine. Therefore, I have to explain nothing of Brawlii and what I am. Why am I writing this? An excellent question. There is more to be told than what Angile has told. That was, all in her point of view. It was how she saw what happened. It is not, how other people saw it. How others lived it. I am providing a second opinion of sorts. Now I am rambling. I will do the format just as Angile has done it, but I will continue on with the chapters.