CHAPTER 1: THE BEGINNING
Look I didn't want to save the world. I didn't want to be a witch or a daughter of a god! I just wanted to be a normal 11-year-old kid! But did that happen? Nooooo, of course, it didn't! Believe all the lies your mom or dad told you about your birth and lead a perfect normal life. You may be one of me and that isn't good at all. You don't want to be killed in the nastiest ways or anything like that. If you recognize yourself in one of these chapters BURN THIS BOOK IMMEDIATELY- you might be a shadow or a witch like me. And that isn't good. Don't tell me I didn't warn you mortal.
I'm Ryan Up until a year ago I was a semi normal 11-year-old kid and went to a semi okay school. Let me tell you my story from the beginning....
Night has fallen upon the town of Alexandria. The wind howled in my ears as I ran through the woods the moonlighting my path to home. Or at least that's what I was told it was. I was breathing heavily as I ran. My short blue hair was messed up and had twigs, mud, and dirt in it. My left Hazel eye and right bottle green eye were fixed ahead of me occasionally looking back as if something was following me for I can almost see the white 4 building apartment building. My black t-shirt, blue jeans, and black sweatshirt were torn revealing scars and cuts that were bleeding. A twig snapped behind me causing me to run even faster. I ran as fast as she could out of the woods and took a path that seemed familiar back to my 'home' but as I ran up the stone steps of my family's apartment building something that seemed like a shadow with a distorted face, long grey/black arms, grey/black legs grabbed my ankle making me fall down dragging me down the stairs as a loud scream escaped my mouth. ((PETER PAN YOU MISSIN YO SHADOW!? I THINK I FOUND IT!!)) As soon as I screamed I woke up in cold sweat shaking badly in my bed. I looked around my room but everything seemed normal well almost normal from what I could tell because while I was looking around the room I was trying to gather my thoughts of what happened. My white nightstand next to me was where it should be, my tv on the wall across from my bed was off my closet was closed which was normal, my blue lamp was on the nightstand, a mirror hung on the blue wall of my room by my closet, and my bookshelf to my right was where it should be. Everything seemed alright I got up and looked at herself in the mirror. I noticed that my curtains to my windows by my bed were open and had scratch marks on them. "What the heck.." I muttered and closed the curtains. I was still in my pajama's but they were ripped revealing cuts all over her back, legs, and torso. 'Had that been a dream? Or real life?' I asked myself but my thoughts were disrupted when I heard my mother, "Ryan! Come down for breakfast!!" My mother had yelled. "Coming!!" I yelled and looked at my phone and realized today was the first day of school I groaned with disappointment and quickly pulled off my torn pajama's and put on a white t-shirt, a black sweatshirt, blue jeans, and white converse. I brushed my short blue hair and brushed my teeth before running down the steps of my stairs heading towards the kitchen. My 2 eight-year-old sisters, Aelin and Amelia, were fighting over a piece of toast, my 12-year-old brother, Mike, was on his phone playing video games instead of eating, and my #1 mom, Jamie, was fixing my plate. My mom gave her a plate of eggs and bacon I smiled brightly taking the plate and sitting down at the table. As soon as I took a bite of my eggs the bus honked I sighed and put my food on the counter before grabbing my bag. I grabbed my lunch from the fridge and stuffed it in my bookbag, though I doubt I'll be hungry, I gave my mom a hug before running out the door and onto the bus. Mike, aelin, and amelia had asked Jamie if she can drop them off at school so it was only me and other kids on the bus. I took a seat at the back of the bus and waved goodbye to her family as the bus drove away.
