I'm standing in the middle of a mob. I big mob. This mob is full of supernatural people who are not on my good side . You're probably wondering how I got here, well that begins back at the beginning.
It all started at my first memories. I was supposably ten years old. That's what the papers said at least. The first thing I remember was waking up on a cold hard bus stop bench in the middle of London. I woke up confused and cold. My purple hair's length only reached my chin at the time. I had nothing on but a plain white night gown and an oversized woman's sweater. In one of the pockets held a couple of neatly folded papers. I sat up on the bench criss cross Apple sauce because the ground was too cold and damp for my bare feet. I looked down at the papers and they said:
Name~ Ravelyn Skeens
Age~ 10
Gender~ Female
Species~ Unknown
Date of birth~Unknown
Place of birth~Unkown
Level~ Highly Dangerous
My eyebrows were furrowed. I had guessed that those papers were talking about me. I didn't even know my own name so I had to believe it was the one written. 'Ravelyn' I thought. 'Such a strange name.' Many things confused me about those papers such as how my species,date of birth and birth place were all Unkown. But the thing that confused me most was that there was a danger level. And it said highly dangerous. Before I could think anymore I felt a gust of wind and I had an urge to leave the bus stop. It was a rainy day and the stone payments made my feet red. I walked down the streets clutching the papers to my chest for dear life.
I didn't know where I was going or what I was going to do. I didn't know who I was or where I came from, or even why I was there. I didn't even know how I could read English or how I knew what English was. Soon my feet stopped moving and I found my self at the door steps of an old brick apartment complex. My small tan hands gently knocked on the door.
An old man answered the door. I could tell he was a bit drousy, probably from a mid- day nap. He looked down at me, him being much taller than me at the time. He pushed up his glasses and said,"yes?"
And that's when I realized, I could read English but I couldn't speak it. Well I couldn't speak at all. All I could do was hand him the papers. The old man looked through my papers.
"So Ravelyn- "
"Please, Call me Rave." I was surprised by my words that I didn't know I could speak.
"Well Rave we'll get you settled in."
I smiled from cheek to cheek. This old man turned out to be my new home. His name was Kendrick and he is the whole reason I'm in this mob. I have to save him.
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Galaxy Victims
Fantasy[Used to be Who Am I?] Death. Life. Love. All things I have come to be aware of. The memories of the past and the events of the future make up who I am. But that's not all... The people I meet and the ones I know shape me and help to find out who I...
