I took a run with Kyra one night because I finally had enough energy to do so, and we saw a floating book. We looked at each other, before nervously touching it. We woke up on Kyras bed with a strang girl in front of us. After that freak out I went to my room to change. My room was similar to kyras. Except my bedframe was a queen and the headboard and footboard just had straight lines in the frame. I also had a grid matress topper with a bamboo periwinkle bedset. I had a big fluffy beigh area rug in the middle of the room. I had the same nightstand as Kyra but it was black to match the bedframe and it sat on my lefthand side. I had an iv pole inbetween my nightstand and bed. I also had a cinnamon mocha papasean chair with brown base to the left of the closet. I also have a black bench on the end of my bed. I use a wheelchair part time and it sits by my bed. My wheelchair is a titanium tilite tra this time with a Satan finish and three inch dump and 3 inch camber. I also had the frame tapered and a bodypoint calfstrap, white tires with a black stripe in the middle and black natural fit lt handrims. The spokes were black carbon blade and the back was a firm one. I also had a black 3 tear rolling cart and a silver two tear science cart. I also had a white wood full length mirror in between the chair and closet. I looked in the mirror and I didn't look much different than Kyra. I had brown eyes and my hair was down to my brastrap with some cinnamon balayage in it and some layers to. My face was a little rounder. I also had square clear glasses on. I went to bed and collapsed. I got a call from Peter one morning telling me to come help him deliver some pastry to his favorite bookshop and I just groaned. "Come on, you need it. I won't let this go until you agree." Ok okay, but you owe me. I tried to get ready quickly. I put on some blue flannel sweats and a black short sleeved crop top and some black and mint green sneakers, grabbed my pink smart crutches, and went with him. He said hi to this max guy. "Myra, come here." He introduced me to this max guy. "Hello Myra, nice to meet you. I'm maxwell." He shook my hand. Hi maxwell. Nice to meet you too, I turned to peter. Ok peter, I saw your comic book store that you go to, now I need to get home. "Why the rush?" Peter! I'm in so much pain right now. "Well if your in pain, sit down here," the shopkeep said and led me to a stool behind the counter and set my crutches against it. Thank you Maxwell. Just then another wave of pain hit. I put my head on the counter and let out a low scream and started crying. I felt a hand rubbing my back. "Peter, I'll get your comic but then you need to get your friend home." I heard the owner say. I just shook my head and said no, not unless he could magically telaport himself and me to my house, I tried to joke. "Hey, look at me." I looked up and maxwell was staring right at me. "Go peter, I'll get her home." He left and the shopkeep asked if I could stand up. No. "I'm going to make you something quickly then I'll take you home myself." Oh thank you but, but you don't need to. "I want to." Thank you. "Another shot of pain hit and I started crying into my hands. "How much pain are you in right now?" 9. I heard him do something and say, "here take this while I make you some tea" and he gave me half a pastry. Thank you. He came back a few minutes later with some tea. "Here, drink this, and enjoy this, he smiled." I shakily tried to pick up the cup but he had to help me. He smiled as he helped me drink a little which was humiliating. Thank you. Well, I don't want to keep you any longer so I'll be going now. "Wait one minute please." Oh, o-ok. He took the tea, and pastry and sooner or later, he was back with a to go cup and a napkin, which I assume the pastry was in. Oh no, this pastry is supposed to be yours. "Take it, I want you to." O-ok. He asked me if I had a picture of my house or room and I just thought that that was odd but showed him a picture of my room anyways. His fingers started glowing and he made my stuff float by me. He asked if he could pick me up and I just nodded. "Don't be afraid." I just looked at him weirdly. We went into a void and came out of it in my room. He set me on my bed and set my stuff on my nightstand before kneeling in front of me. "Are you going to be ok?" No, but thank you for the help. I looked down and gripped the bed hard to try to block out the pain and felt a strange feeling. Suddenly the feeling was gone but the pain was still there. "I got to go but, I hope you'll feel better soon." I heard some writing and felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and he hugged me tightly then everything went black. I came back with Kyra and dad by me. I sat up and kyra looked at my nightstand and read a note
