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In a small neighborhood in Perpignan, France, there was a small graveyard placed, almost in the middle of the otherwise normal looking city. It was quite cloudy out, with a few clouds sprinkling some rain into the old graveyard. The grass was overgrown in places, making it itchy for the person standing there. The tombs were old, some of them cracked or tilted sideways, or so faded away that it was hard to see who was buried under the tomb. The graveyard was incased by an overgrown brick wall, with some of the bricks unevenly sticking out in places, threatening to fall over. The only neat area in the entire graveyard was the newest grave that had been placed there yesterday. The grass around it was young, only recently sprouting. The tombstone was smooth and neat, with a name neatly carved into the tile.
Ellen Harper stood over the tomb, watching it expectantly, as if it would show her answers to her questions. She knew her sister was probably gone, but something about her disappearance just didn't sit right with her. Or maybe she just couldn’t accept the fact that her little sister was dead, or she didn’t want to have travelled all the way from New York to France for no reason. Maybe her sister would turn up at camp, surprising everyone, and proving that Ellen was right about her not being dead.
Ellen would search everywhere before accepting her sister's death. She would start in Chicago, where her sister was supposed to have traveled to for her quest. Noelle Dupont, one of her sisters childhood friends, had agreed to help. Noelle lived in France, and would be waiting for her at the corner store that was across the street. Looking down at her watch, Ellen realized that it was about time to meet up with Noelle. She hoped that wherever her sister was, she would be safe until Ellen was able to find her.
She spared one last glance at the tombstone, before turning around and walking away.
Nadine Lucille Baudelaire
Parti, mais oublié depuis longtemps
Juillet 1972 - Septembre 1985