Annabelle Grace
It wasn’t the darkness that frightened Annabelle Grace Tracy; it was what was out there that made her tremble and paralyzed with fear. Annabelle Tracy, otherwise known as Annie by her friends and family, was notorious for being independent, strong, somewhat “eccentric” and definitely courageous, and nothing seemed to scare her; until now. She knew if she could keep her cool and what wits she had left, things would work out, but the minute she portrayed the slightest hint of vulnerability; she would be shredded into a million small pieces, but the silence was too silent. The wind blew slightly, yet everything still stood idle, motionless. She could hear the whistle of the wind ever so faintly – just enough to whisper its name, but not its purpose. The trees stood perfectly still as did the fragile leaves on their branches; as if they were paralyzed, maybe with fear as she was. At just 18 years old, Annabelle had accomplished more than most of the girls her age, and even girls double her age. Besides exceling in sports at school, Annie was brilliant as well as artistic. Her paintings sold to the highest bidder, and the highest bidder always paid big. The Art Dealer which harbored her work told her that “the best was yet to come”. But Annie never did it for the money; it was never about the money, rather enjoyment and a self-confidence booster after the hell she went through at school….but now that “hell” seemed so minute compared to what was happening now. How could of she been be so naïve?
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