In the end, it doesn’t matter what you believe, everyone will soon be in the same position between life and death.
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Audrey Carlton. It's a name simple enough, not very out of the ordinary. I was named after one of my mother's idles, Audrey Hepburn, a popular actress in the fifties and sixties. I believe that my mother hoped that by naming me after someone she always thought of as amazing that I would be just as great... I don't think her plan worked out too well.
Sometimes people tell me that my mother was a blond version of Audrey Hepburn. She was a classic beauty with a charm that could make anyone love her. They also tell me that I look just like my mother, with my father's light blue eyes and dark hair. I wouldn't know because all my memories were lost in the fire that stole my parents when I was just two years old. I'm the only thing remaining from my parent's life together.
My name is Audrey Anne Carlton and today is my seventeenth birthday, it's also the ten year anniversary of the day I murdered my best friend.
Sometimes people tell me that my mother was a blond version of Audrey Hepburn. She was a classic beauty with a charm that could make anyone love her. They also tell me that I look just like my mother, with my father's light blue eyes and dark hair. I wouldn't know because all my memories were lost in the fire that stole my parents when I was just two years old. I'm the only thing remaining from my parent's life together.
My name is Audrey Anne Carlton and today is my seventeenth birthday, it's also the ten year anniversary of the day I murdered my best friend.
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