It was a relatively normal day. I don't know why this all happened. I was just going to school and turn in that book report that's been missing for a few weeks; get my grade up. It was on "Pride and Prejudice". My friends always teased me about how much i loved that book; I did every book report I could on it until my teachers told me I needed to widen my book selection. I can't say I blame them though. If I had to read a report on the same book over and over again I'd step in front of a bus. That is, unless it was "Pride and Prejudice". But they don't love it as much as I did. I really didn't want this to happen. Everything was just starting to get better for me since I moved. I had friends who I loved. I had my eye on someone and they seemed like they might have reciprocated those feelings. I was happy. I didn't want this to happen. I didn't want to die.
YOU ARE READING
Brittle
ParanormalAll kinds of magic jumbo jumbo about death life or mother nature architects who can build anything and those who seek to destroy them for fear of their power. All realms with all creatures and this is gonna be friggin sweet
