I rolled in bed, having a dream about my crush, Jake Harper. His dirty blonde hair, swept to the side. Deep blue eyes, made me melt. His pale skin, small freckles framing his eyes. He was around a foot taller than I, my only guy friend. I woke up after my alarm went off, I slammed it, shutting it up. I stumbled to my bathroom, staring into the mirror. My gray blue eyes match well with my dark red hair going down to my waist, my pale skin laying on my small frame. I'm 5'1 and weigh 102 pounds so I was light for my height and age, I'm only 16. I brushed my hair, wincing at every knot. I brushed my teeth tiredly, I hated the mornings, just like Lyra does. Lyra Morales and I have been friends for a long time. I walked to my room again, changing into a black long sleeved shirt with a neon pink skirt, purple fishnet tights under. I walked downstairs, I lived alone, well my parents were never here. I have no siblings. No other relatives. No one. I liked it alone. I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a breakfast sandwich, I heated it up for a minute and 30 seconds. You can never go wrong with a minute and 30 seconds my cousin said when I was younger. She moved to Miami Florida. I live in Manhattan New York. My parents were in Russia right now for work. After the ding of the microwave went off I grabbed my food and walked to the bus stop. Waiting for my ride. After a slight darkness went in my vision. All went black.
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Midnight Spies
Teen FictionAlice Cooper. Lyra Morales. Makayla Knight. And Dakota Curtis. All live normal lives until things get strange