A voice rung out in the darkness. "Wake up," it said, "Wake up." I look around for the source of the Voice. It seemed familiar somehow, as if it was from a long lost friend. I reached my hand out into the black and stopped as something dark on my arm caught my attention. I twisted my hand over and saw three black sparrows tattoos curving around my upper arm. They were swirled and looked so real, as if they would just fly off my arm. Then, to my surprise, the birds started to move. Their wings opened up and they showed a white patch of feathers under each wing. They started to fly. They flew past my elbow and towards my hand where they, as if by magic, burst out of my middle finger and into the real world. They flew around my head a few times like a halo and then swooped off into the darkness. As I stood there in awe, the Voice rang out again. "Wake up!"
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Sparrows
FantasyMeg's dreams are getting out of hand. She keeps dreaming about a boy, and when she meets him in reality, she begins to think that something is going on. When her best friend Kenzii starts dreaming about Meg's death, they must all join together and s...
