Hi! This is the first thing I'm actually posting! I wrote this last year and I might have been delusional while writing this. Some things might be kinda wonky like age and year. I tried to do my research the best I could. I'm really sorry if this is really bad. My social media account is on QuizUp and I'm RejectionQueen AKA ProcrastinationPrincess AKA UnshippableShipper.

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It was August 21, 1938. An eight year old girl in a green cap and a brown button dress was pulling the hand of a six year boy in a dress shirt and dress pants through the Sunday Market. Their mother was following them with a bag in her hand trying to keep up with her overactive children.

Woman in dresses with their own children scattered the place and farmers and merchants were on the sides selling their goods to them. It was loud and people were happy. Children struggled to follow their parents hand in hand in their starched church outfits to the big building with the huge cross on the front.

As the church bells rang through the crowded city of Venice, Italy, soon the di Angelo family consisting of Bianca, Nico, and their mother, Maria di Angelo walked to the building already full of people.

Nico squeezed Bianca's hand as they walked through the open doors. Nico suddenly felt uneasy as he sat down on one of wooden benches in the back.

He had a secret. He couldn't tell anybody, not even his sister, Bianca. He would be exiled. He could be killed. The worst part was he couldn't even tell if his secret was real or not. He didn't want to risk it though. They repeated the priest's words and prayed.

Bianca, being the curious girl she was, opened her eyes mid prayer and looked directly at her mother. She noticed her mother's lips mouthing something totally different than the priest. She kept seeing her mother fidget once in awhile. Once she realized how long she took to stare at her mother, she closed her eyes only to have to open them three seconds later. She took another peek at her mother but this time at her eyes. Bianca saw the quick flash of anger pass and turn to despair. She could see all the worry in her eyes.

By the end of church, Bianca went through all the unusual things her mother did during church for the last week and started to question her mother's beliefs and religion. Whenever she saw that look on her face or whenever she stared directly in her mother's eyes, she wanted to ask so badly about her past, her religion,and her beliefs. But she never got her answer.

That was it! Please tell me if it was ok or if I should do something to improve.

I might post tomorrow but either way I'll post soon. Thank you for reading!