The Narrators Point of View
Claire studied the worn down building, her flashlight showing chipped paint, graffiti, and broken windows.
It was white, maybe grey? The sun was barely shining anymore so she wasn't sure.
Well. I'm probably going to die today, she thought.
She stared, her eyes averting wherever the flashlight was pointed.
She carefully stepped forward, as someone lightly cleared their throat.
"Ahem"
She quickly spun, her flashlight shining on the blonde haired boy.
"God dammit, Luke! You scared me!" she whisper-yelled.
"Sorry, jeez" he said, his eyes averting to the ground.
"Nah. It's fine" she said, studying the black outline of his wings, shinning behind him.
"Why are you here, anyway?" Luke asked, grazing over her face.
"Because." she answer, turning, staring at the building.
"Your not going to go in there, dear" he said.
"And why's that?" she asked.
"Because. I'm not letting you go inside, darling. It's to dangerous" he replied, stepping closer.
"I have to, Luke."
"Well to-" he started, but Claire ran. Straight for the building. Straight for the kicked-in doors. And straight for the man, holding a sharpened blade, that only Luke could see.
Forcing the blonde haired boy to chase after her.
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Her Guardian Angel
RandomATTENTION* I CHANGED MY NAME. IT IS STILL MY BOOK Cover made with PhotobucketⓇ All Rights Reserved Book details below<3 ************ Can she get through it all? As a Softmore at Kerrigan High, a 6-12 Charter school in the small town of Beckenham in...
