White hair, pure as snow. Skin as fair as milk. Eyes gray as a rainy day always lost in a daze. Body as small as small could be- ok how about....NO! So what? Yes, my hair is white, my eyes gray, I have fair skin and the cherry on top is that I am short ( 4 foot 11 to be exact). Yes, I am a legalized short person, I don't know the actual name so I am just going to say, short person. Blah, blah, blah.....my name is Paris and don't ask if I live in France. I hear that one way too often. I am just a regular 18-year-old girl. I love food and I hate Justin Bieber((A/N my computer is saying his last name is not a word!HAHA!! Also I neither hate or like Bieber. Just Paris does)).
About seven months ago, I turned 18 and moved into a different flat from my first one. Did I mention I live in the United States? If I didn't well, my bad! I live in a small rainy town in Washington.
About six months ago a criminal that has lived over 900 years escaped from prison. Apparently, the prison he was in was one of the federal ones on the outside of London. The news did a whole report about how he is after his next victim and mentioned his name.
Cole Wolfe.
Strangely a cold chill had run down my back when the news reporter said his name.
Three months ago my parents started to act strange, well a little more than usual. They started to come over to my flat a lot more than they have done in the past two years. Whenever I asked for a reason why it was always the usual small talk of "We missed our baby" or "Are we not allowed to see the beautiful human being we created" or (my favorite) "You spent 15 years in our house, now we are doing the same".
Two weeks ago, I started to notice that there were always police around whether I was inside or out. The increased presence of the police has kept me calm but on edge.
One week ago, the CIA knocked on my door. Apparently, someone in my flat building was in danger of Mr. Wolfe. I, being my cautious self, asked if I should do anything in particular. They suggested to just stay at the CIA Headquarters if I was so worried.
I should have taken them up on that offer and suggestion.
Two days ago, I received a very intimidating letter from an anonymous person. That brings you all the way up to today with the unknown forecast in the foggy area. Today is the day I am going to die. I just know it. The letter I had received had requested I met with a person in the coffee shop down the street and if not my parents will disappear, for good. I am scared for my life.
I quickly step out of my apartment and head down two levels to the car lot. I look up only to get bombarded by some raindrops.
