~♡~
"A seer found dead, at the north east of Halt Avenue." The reporter on the t.v. said
"Wait what?" I asked staring at the T.V.
"Have you not heard THE-FREAKING-POLICE-FOUND-A-DEAD-BODY-AT-THE-NORTH-EAST-OF-"
"Halt Avenue. Yes I know it's just weird."
"The experts predict that the whiters are risen from the afterlife" the reporter continued.
"Okay now that is just crazy talk. Why would the whiters be risen from the afterlife?" I asked to no one in particular.
A afterlife is a series of tests when your dead. It is based on how you lived as a mortal. The test decides if you are good enough in the pleasures of the life after these tests. Or you will burn with the wraths of your sins. It is crazy that the whiters are risen. When you are risen back from the afterlife you will be imm-
"I will get it." Jogging to our telephone.
"Hello, this is Chris-"
"Have you heard the news?" The voice asked me.
"Yes Philip. I hav-"
"We will have a meeting today. At the same place. 4:30. Bring the pizza" He continued
"What? With who? And why am I brin-"
"With the big four. And it is because it is your turn to bring pizza."
"Okay, see y-"
"See you soon. Bye"
He hung up on me. It's weird Philip never hu-
"Who is that?" My brother asked from his bedroom.
"It's Philip and we are havin-"
"Okay. Have fun" he cuts me off.
"Why does everybo-"
"Cuts you off? You do not remember do you?"
"Nope. What i-"
"Thought so." He said appering in front of the staircase.
"What is ha-"
"Happening? You will find out. Soon enough." He smirked. Okay ths is really getting weird right now.
~♡~
It is 4:00 now and I picked out an outfit. I choose a grey tank top with denim shorts and a white jacket. As I pull my hair in a messy bun. And I put on some light make up.
I was going through the door when my brother calls out to me.
"Hey Christine?" He asked
"What?" I turned around to face him.
"Tell them I said hi and hap-"
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Fantasy"I can't help him. It's too late." ~♡~ The trusted, seer, sorcerer, and the gallants. These are the divisions that gave us peace. But that was 300 decades ago. Now here in Halt Avenue, people just get along. And it is our job to jeep it that way. Ph...
