Changing The Grimm

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(Hey it's softbahhl16 here. I just wanted you to know this is my first book I have wrote please give me your honest opinion even if you hate it tell me I suck at writing. And if you love it please, KEEP READING!:D)

I knew from that moment I woke up, I felt it, smelled different, and it was to quite. It was like my sences had kicked in and I could smell him like he was sitting right on my bed. I knew his smell because every night he would sit on my bed and tell me bed time stories on my bed when I asked him to. But before he did he would always take a fifteen minute shower. When he got out he always put two dabs of OLD SPICE on each wrist.

When I sat up on my bed he was sitting there staring at me. I almost fell off my bed when I jumped up and hit my head on my top bunk. My dad never came up here in the morning. "Dad?" I took a closer look and brought my clamy hand on his face. His touch felt real. "Listen Cortana im not your dad, im a holagrahm of him, he set me for when ever he felt danger coming for his family. I am only programmed to say this."

"This message is to tell you they are coming and they are searching for you. I can't tell you details right now but I have had a message sent to the person whose going to met you outside of your house. He will guid you the way to the person you need to talk to." I had so many questions questions to ask him now. But when I went to say something he bent foreword and kissed me on my forehead. I closed my eyes feeling the rush of the wind blowing on my face. When I opened them he had disappeared.

"Cortana, Time to get up!" I jumped up having a tiny heart attack. "What a strange dream that was." I said under my breath. It felt to real. As I got up I brushed my teeth and got on my cloths, and make-up grabbing my maroon and striped gold bag on my way down the stairs. I looked over the corner. "Over here." He said in a low voice. He had something important to tell me. I could see it on the table. Strawberry pancakes, four prices of Bacon and fresh orange juice. The only time he would make all favorite food was when he was going to tell me something serious. The last time he did this was two yearS ago when he told me we had to move to Colorado. . It was the tenth time we had moved. We was always moving Ever since I was little. When I asked him about it he said "Cb." (Cortana Billings). "Because it's never good to stay a place for a long time, don't you want to see the world's beauty? " so I never asked again knowing that's that what I had told him many times.

I had a feeling I would want to sit down for what it was. So I sat down in my dark brown chair and scotted up to the table waiting for what he had to say.
"Cort-"
"What is i-" when I looked up from my plate dad was on the ground. Crimson on my face and all over the table with a hand print left. I stood up fast running over to him.

"DAD!" I screamed. Tears starting to flow down my cheeks.
"Dad, no it's OK I've got you. Dagger it's. OK it's OK." I wispered quietly in his ear.
"Stay.....safe" as he took his last breath his eyes rolled in the back of his head. When I held him tightly. Something sharp poking me. When I looked at him there was a gold arrow sticking out of his neck. Staying there hanging from it was a crumbled peices of paper reading.

WAR TIME!!

But there was no signature for who it's from. Maybe that wasn't a dream, a premonition of the future?

knock! Knock! KNOCK!

With the knock getting louder I got scared and ran. I ran hard running to my room going to run to my roof. I had a ladder just right under window. So I decided to go that way. I heard the slam open. Me running harder I ran into my room the foot steps getting louder, closer. I closed my door and went to the window. As I took the first step out the window they grabbed me.