My name is Isabelle Fairhaven, and this is my story. I was born on the "doomsday" of 2012. The winter solstice. The end of the Mayan calender. December 21st, 2012. My parents are super crazy about that kind of stuff. Very superstitious. So guess what happened when it was said that you could tell what type of person you were through your genes? My parents took me as soon as they could sign me up. I'm sixteen, and the doctors say that I was born to be a serial killer. No wonder I never had any sympathy when people got killed on TV.
Please comment which name I should use if I start this story!
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Book of Books
RandomSee here all of my story ideas in one book! No guarantees that any will become Wattpad stories, but this is just me tossing ideas out there into the endless void of the internet. Comment or vote for one's you want to become real stories, and just co...
