Chapter One
The Blood Pen is still RUNNING
There i was sitting at my desk using the same pen time to time. Istill feel anxious about it and the ink bottles, because they both smell of blood and they are both red. My great great grandfather had gifted me this pen on his last breath. idon't know if it's good or bad but i still use it.
''Bailey it's time for tea and don't forget it's your goth party tommorrow and you need to make all the arrangments'' Bailey's mum Anna shouted out.
I could hear my sister Ruby who is seven years old, humming outside the door. This meant that she needed something.
''What is it?'' I asked curiously.
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