Rachel was cleaning her house. It was the only way for her not to think about what she had done. She was vacuuming when someone rang the doorbell. She unplugged the vacuum-cleaner and walked to the front door. When she opened she came face to face with the person she least expected.
“Hi, Rachel.” Veronica said. “I’m back”
“I wasn’t expecting you” Rachel dicho sheepish. Ronnie conjured a huge smile. “Can I come in?”
Rachel couldn’t come up with an excuse to send her away and thus she stepped away, letting her pass.
Veronica walked to the cocina and noticed the vacuum-cleaner. “You were vacuuming?”
Rachel only nodded.
“Wow, tu have some hearing” Veronica smirked.
“When did tu get back?” Rachel asked, a little nervous.
“Few weeks ago” Veronica answered. “When they found Kelsey. I had to be at the funeral”
“You’re a true friend” Rachel dicho with a slightly trembling voice. Veronica frowned. “Are tu afraid of me, Rachel?”
Rachel shook her head heavily.
“Don’t tu think I should be the one being afraid?” Veronica continued. Now Rachel frowned and Ronnie smirked. “You’re really sad, Rachel. I almost feel sorry for you”
“What are tu going to do?” Rachel asked scared.
“Well, in any other circumstances I would kill tu on the spot” Veronica dicho cold. She then looked Rachel straight in the eyes. “But because you’re Kelsey’s mother I’m willing to do tu an offer”
Rachel breathed deeply and lifted her chin a little. “And what may that offer be?”
Veronica grabbed Rachel’s hands. “Join me. registrarse me and we can build an army to kill all super naturals. Together we can take them all down” she dicho enthusiastic.
“No” Rachel said.
“What?” Veronica asked surprised. Rachel jerked her hands.
“I dicho no” she repeated.
Veronica gasped. “I am offering tu a free pass here”
“Thanks a lot, but I don’t need it” Rachel said. “You can let yourself out”
“Fine” Veronica said. “Your loss” She turned around and walked out of the door. Rachel leaned against the muro and sank down on the ground.
“Hi, Rachel.” Veronica said. “I’m back”
“I wasn’t expecting you” Rachel dicho sheepish. Ronnie conjured a huge smile. “Can I come in?”
Rachel couldn’t come up with an excuse to send her away and thus she stepped away, letting her pass.
Veronica walked to the cocina and noticed the vacuum-cleaner. “You were vacuuming?”
Rachel only nodded.
“Wow, tu have some hearing” Veronica smirked.
“When did tu get back?” Rachel asked, a little nervous.
“Few weeks ago” Veronica answered. “When they found Kelsey. I had to be at the funeral”
“You’re a true friend” Rachel dicho with a slightly trembling voice. Veronica frowned. “Are tu afraid of me, Rachel?”
Rachel shook her head heavily.
“Don’t tu think I should be the one being afraid?” Veronica continued. Now Rachel frowned and Ronnie smirked. “You’re really sad, Rachel. I almost feel sorry for you”
“What are tu going to do?” Rachel asked scared.
“Well, in any other circumstances I would kill tu on the spot” Veronica dicho cold. She then looked Rachel straight in the eyes. “But because you’re Kelsey’s mother I’m willing to do tu an offer”
Rachel breathed deeply and lifted her chin a little. “And what may that offer be?”
Veronica grabbed Rachel’s hands. “Join me. registrarse me and we can build an army to kill all super naturals. Together we can take them all down” she dicho enthusiastic.
“No” Rachel said.
“What?” Veronica asked surprised. Rachel jerked her hands.
“I dicho no” she repeated.
Veronica gasped. “I am offering tu a free pass here”
“Thanks a lot, but I don’t need it” Rachel said. “You can let yourself out”
“Fine” Veronica said. “Your loss” She turned around and walked out of the door. Rachel leaned against the muro and sank down on the ground.
Title: To Helen [Poem of Youth]
Author: Edgar Allan Poe [More Titles por Poe]
HELEN, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.
Lo ! in yon brilliant window-niche
How statue-like I me thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
Are Holy-land !
-THE END-
Edgar Allan Poe's poem: To Helen [Poem of Youth]
Author: Edgar Allan Poe [More Titles por Poe]
HELEN, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.
Lo ! in yon brilliant window-niche
How statue-like I me thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
Are Holy-land !
-THE END-
Edgar Allan Poe's poem: To Helen [Poem of Youth]