GENEVIEVE
I continued walking, and gave no more thoughts about the guitar.
After a few more minutes, I arrived on the village, where I feel unwelcomed and lonely. I lived on the far end of the village, and I lived alone. My parents died a long time ago, and my relatives considered me as an outcast because they thought I killed them. How stupid to think of them! Well, they left me in this village, and set off in a far away land. My parents left me an amulet, the only posession left of them.
I arrived at my house and as I opened the door, I knew something was wrong. The door is already open, but I knew I locked it. Someone has broke into my house. I immediately searched for the small, wooden box under my bed. Luckily, it was there. I opened it, and to my surprise, the amulet is gone.
I went outside, trying not to cry, and asked my neighbor, an old man named Guru.
"Guru, sir, have you seen someone who have been in my house other than me?"
Guru looked at me as if I am dirt. "You foolish girl, are you accusing me of thief? Out of here!" he shouted.
I fell back, looking astonished. Whoever stole my amulet better give it back.

