Finding Christelle Lowe

[Christelle POV] In a neighborhood up the hill that was a neighborhood for the wealthy and famous, it was a prestigious for being well known. I was a known girl that was pamper to the brim. I excel in almost everything when it came to school. I was always the talk of the town. It was flattering it me that, everyone supported me. Well almost everyone. I had bashers/heaters, Downhillers formed an alliance with the Uphillers against me due to envy and the unfair treatment of society. But I help Downhillers alot of them as much as I can I wasn't doing it for as a publicity stunt but i want to have genuine friends like Kian and Rebekah. Someone to have coffee and donuts that I can go to Starbucks with, without the unnecessary cameras following my every step. I have experienced stalkers and death threats but I was always with someone. I didn't pay it any mind cause I was protected with personal guards and security every where I go. It was empty the street like it was like a ghost town. I wandered in my favorite creme frilly dress it was comfortable that I felt like an angel gone down from heaven. My Aunt Lauren brought it for me in my sweet sixteen blowout birthday. My hair was a shiny with mild thick big curls that cascade down my nape. It was my signature look, my hair was envied the most because of the volume and the thickness. It was jet black like my mom's. Noreen Lowe. she was a lawyer and a vice-major of the town up the hill. She was the best mother in my opinion. She is very well-rounded and super organized. A beauty when my age that she join every pageant and even won some of them. from a rich family that she studied law aboard. She was a a loving mother she raised me with manners, wit and right conduct and principals. The love I received from her was the best kind of love a mother and daughter should have. days I had with her are sunsets at the beach and peaceful afternoons in the park for picnics. it was truly a bliss. I remembered the time she told me when i was young i recall I was 6. I was a mischievous and haughty child that always plays around even in mud in our backyard. It was a memory I will never forget. I was studying home-schooled with the best teachers because of her popularity. the stakes for kidnapper, murders arise in numbers with the small town of Uphill. Mrs. Phoebe was my mentor she is also a skill mixed combat instructor. I knew that I need training of self defense for my body and mind can get used to the teachings of how to apply it in case of emergency but of course the best thing to do was run or hide. Fighting isn't an option. Cause it is unladylike... and as soon as my mom won for vice major of Uphill she then met my father, Lawrence Lowe. * * * Laurence Lowe is a pastor. I repeat a pastor not a priest or a bishop. both my parents are very religious when it come to God. I too was very religious. it was a trait that i inherited from them, it was a goof trait to have. But it was very rare that I was teased countless times for choosing to be righteous and obedient and God-fearing person. It was my identity as a person and I'm proud of it. I'm also very studious when it come to my studies I do very girly and for other very boring activities like knitting with my grandma. Yes, since our house was a mansion I live with them along with my younger brother Marcus. He is a closet introvert but also obedient and very keen. Looks? average. He is a year younger, sometimes he is a bit rude to me but i always remind him that I'm still the eldest. I passed by a couple of blocks. And I saw Kian jogging in the street I was passing by. I called out to her in a loud voice. I could muster for my vocal cords are still a bit soar. "KIAN!!" But she went by to the side and saw that she wore her high-end Bluetooth wireless buds on. 'Oh..Maybe she didn't hear' so I decides to ignore and do her daily workout as always. shes been my friend since kindergarten. So, I got used to her habits, catchphrases and etc. It feels so surreal that we are almost adults by the end of this last second semester in college. I was taking up Architecture. My parents bragged about my talent in drawing since I was 4 so they suggested a course that will enhance my chances of working in a top tier agency abroad. I was going for Art School but I double thought the risks into enrolling into one would only bring a lot of trial and error to apply in. * * * I found my family's mansion. I called out for my parents so they could see me but when they reached out to me. Their hand went through my transparent and smoke like body. I was no longer human but a spirit or some would say a entity known as a ghost. Both of my parents were frightened and my mother collapsed in my father's arms. But he was all so frightened that it made him cry in horror. He was both happy to see me, but at the same time angry and sad that he has no clue on what happened to his beloved daughter that I mysteriously appeared out of thin air. He shouted and recited verses from the bible and and brought a cross necklace to shoo me away. His own daughter away. The actions he displayed in front of me made me emotionally hurt, I cried and smiled pitifully as I disappeared voluntarily. Although I didn't quite disappeared I teleport into a house that was a few blocks from me. It was my boyfriend's house.