The Marx Brothers.

1918's

Within and beyond the walls of LA the songs of the Marxwell family had played from year to years. Success can never be hidden. As stories may have it, Mr Marxwell flew in from London were he started a secret gossip printing press name Marx. How he did It is unknown but he gave quality celebrity gossip, top political gist and many more. Many call it defaming but to many others it was entertainment at it's peek. Sooner or later his printing press had gone viral, during weekends the whole La would await The arrival Of his papers at their door steps. Years come by he had built a legacy of his own, respected and reputed by the rich, role model to thousands, admired and worshipped by the poor.

Just like every successful man who had acquired life all to himself, a family was all that was left. Sooner or later he had settled for Liliana, not much of a good background or class but she was indeed the fairest of them all. She was a stripper in a local road side casino down town. How they meet or fell head over hills for each was never known but news of their marriage was a big shock of town. She birthed three sons and passed on mysteriously during childbirth. Not much was heard from the Marxwell family but his legacy remained.

The family of four had kept silent for years. rumors had it that the house of the Marxwell was as good as dead because, Mr Marxwell had ask all workers to stop work shortly after his wife's funeral and so did the castle of the Marxwell which once spark of life and light suddenly turned lifeless. The names of his son's were all that was known by the general public but their Identity remained in the dark . Tiny drops of water turned to ocean so did the legacy of Marx faded away.

Los Angeles at night was same as new York city. Bella a 13 years old young laden sat quietly next to a broken street lamp which had little light or nothing to offer. On like other kids of her age who would rather play she had a strong liken in reading novel or old historical books. Bella would read all day and basically do thesame at night. The broken street light seemed more like a friend to her because it came through for her most evening. Unlike other kids who were blessed with parents who could afford paying electrical bills, Belle came from a very poor home, infact; she lived in a neighborhood for nigro's. Her mom was a local tailor and her dad was a wasted drunk who spent all day in a local casino.

" And our souls would forever be joint forever, together for one together forever". She reed the last line of the book the billionaire's bride ( in the island of Grey and Ava). " So long grey and Ava. Glad i finally finished you". She sighed heavily. The Fact she had to go home was most annoying part of her life.

She stood up with her book in between her Left armpit. Not conscious of who was in front of her she storbble on something which eventually was a person. A lady about her mom's age, well dress's and groomed from head to toe. She was putting on a all white flay gown and a matching white cap. " Mind you young lady be conscious of how you walk on roads". She didn't seem angry but rather she had an all welcoming smile. Her silky straight short bob suits her oval face, simple, elegant but yet attractive and pretty.

"Sorry ma".

" Yah yah". It came out with a rather welcoming smile. " Now run along home it's indeed late. She turns for the road but something about this pretty white lady made bella admire her so much.

Bella takes a step forward matching a white paper, it seem the pretty lady most have dropped it. " Ma you forget your paper". I guess she was too far for bella to catch her attention. Picking the papper up Bella scan through the writer up.

The mystery suicidal death of Mr Marxwell.

Bella wasn't familiar who he really was but her mother kept on ranting about him and lots of stories of top officials he had exposed. She believed it was something her mother would want to see. " Mama!!, Mama!!". She ran off home with the paper in her hands.

That evening the constant murmurs and voices about the family of Marxwell was all that was heard.

What a pity.

We all joined the children of Marxwell to mourn the falling of a great man.

Indeed they say " death flys like the wind".

" Can i please sit penis nerd". He adjusts his glasses only to be welcomed by a tired, disgusted Carine although he wondered why she would want to sit with him. Her left hand on the side of her bag pack. If weird was a person, she could also be described as one. Her hair silky straight and black. You could easily tell black was her favorite because she was always on an all black, from her hair, clothes, nails down to shoes.

"Your actually getting the phrase wrong".

"What ever". She sits next to him. " Do not talk to me and forget I'm here". Her gaze landed on the article he was reading online about the Marxwell. " Why waste your time reading about the dead and old boring article. It possible it could be a random fiction but hyped like romoee and Juliet".

" They're not".

" You never can tell".

" I feel there is more to them. Like what happened to the Marxwell brother especially Alexander. Yes we heard about Scott and Camberl but none of Alexander let alone his life or passing. It was written he birthed 3 kids with Liliana".

" Look it's nor of my business but if you want to bother yourself about stupid things that doesn't count, that's on you". Anger was clearly display on her face. She swear within her if all the sit weren't occupied she wouldn't have sat close to him. He was nothing more than a freak and dum ass.

Why was every single conversation or opportunity to experience himself a recipe for disaster. " Understand". Trying to hold the hurt he felt, he buried his head in his unfinished article. It was going to be a long ride to the woods and a once in a life time opportunity to explore.

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