Ismene was mostly raised by her grandmother because her parents did not like her uniqueness and defiance at times. She was born in a country in Europe and has always had a desire to explore the world. Her friends admired her bravery. Her closest friend, Desdemona, died due to strange circumstances that no one believes, except her grandmother. She is yet to find someone that has shared the same experience. Desdemona and Ismene would visit the cemetery that Desdemona's mother was buried in. Aside from Ismene, she was very close to her mother. She was like a big sister and Ismene never felt closure with her death. Because of what she saw, she attended a special school to learn about lore and even go to class with them. Ismene now carries on with her normal life, but when alone she cannot help, but think about her closest friend.
"Oh, hello sir," I reply, carefully thinking about the question that the gentleman asked. Preferring to not enlighten him about my personal life, I choose to tell him something simple.
"I am very fond of travelling. I feel that everyone should travel and experience completely different part of the world." I look around at the marvelous city in awe, wondering what it is like to live a luxurious and normal life.
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