The sun was slowly descending, the evening sky evident, as Macy jogged her way back home from a very boring lecture at the local university. It was by no means a special day.
When Macy finally arrived home, she made her way to her room and immediately laid down, face flat, greeting her parents along the way.
Sleep immediately began to take her, and Macy sighed in relief and finally closed her eyes.
Only to wake up falling.
It was a weird feeling; falling. Her mouth was agape, found no strength to shout. Her heart pounded on her chest, she felt she could no longer breathe. She tried to calm down, but when she saw the ground, a scream escaped her lips. She closed her eyes in dreaded anticipation, and came to terms of her demise.
Death.
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Lucky You
FantasyMacy Grey is most definitely unlucky. It took her 17 long years to finally realize this, and as her eighteenth birthday nears, her optimism is slowly turning to pessimism. Nothing in her life is even remotely exciting; she lives a boring life, full...
