I was walking down the sidewalk in Miami, glancing around. All the sudden, I saw a page on the concrete. It had a boot print and messy handwriting. As I picked it up, I noticed a journal not so far. When I opened to the first page, it read,"This ain't no fairy tale, call it a horror story." The handwriting seemed so conversant but it didn't ring a bell. I couldn't be more confused yet, Istill flipped to more pages. The pages were about a mysterious island with children living on it. these were normal children though. these were children with abilities, like levitating girls, a headless boy, and foldable men. all of the description in the journal made my blood poun against my ear and give me chills, considering I'm only sixteen. this could stick by my side forever, creeping me out for the rest of eternity. what the hell am I going to do with this?!
