I sat in the middle of the Ring of Flame. It was initiation. My hands were shaking. The masked figures behind the Ring were standing still and staring. It felt as if they were staring into my soul. Then Jeremiah stepped forward. He was wearing a mask, but I could tell it was him because of his perfect posture and how he towered over the others. So many thoughts were racing through my head, and I was trying my hardest to remember who I was. My name is Lillielle Thompson. I am 16 years old. The Red Ring of Flames is the chief end of my existence. I wouldn't ponder my existence here. I would be accepted. And right then and there, I was being accepted. For once in my life, I was being accepted as myself. At least that's what I thought. What terrible mistakes I made.
"Welcome to The Ring."
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The Circle of the After Life
Mystery / ThrillerLillielle Thompson's friends have a secret. Something about a "fire ring". Lillielle already isn't that popular, and she wants to be included in whatever is going on. Will that be a horrible mistake?
