Blaze (On Hold)
Meet Callisto Underwood; extremely smart, filthy rich, drop-dead gorgeous.
What more could a girl ask for?
What will happen when the Blaze rips away her perfect life? Will she live to tell the story, or will she be left dead like the billions of others?
I remember seeing the snow. The spiraling flurries in the dark, cloudy sky had an odd gray color, but I sprinted outside into the front yard to play in it anyway.
I remember my parents running after me. Yelling my name, telling me to stop. I didn't listen. It seemed completely unnatural for it to be snowing, considering that we live in San Diego, California. Here, in San Diego, we never get snow. Maybe that's why I was anxious to see it, to feel it. I had never felt the soft, white fluff called snow before. It was a new experience, and I was ecstatic.
It may seem like I'm a child, but I'm not. As a matter of fact, I'm 17 years old.
I remember watching as the giant fireball ripped across the sky, destroying everything in its path. At the time, I thought it was the sun falling towards the earth.
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