'Just let me fucking sleep!' I thought to myself, rolling over on my bed onto more blankets and tangling myself up. Irritated, I let out a little sigh, and picked up my phone to turn off my alarm.
'Friday. Friday! Whats on Friday..' It took me a moment to remember why i was so excited. 'The dance!'
I walked around the iced over puddles, and barely managed to stay upright when steped on one, my backpack falling back, and bringing me with it. I somehow managed to sidestep the ice, and jump onto the snowy would-be grass beside the sidewalk, out of breath and surprised at my own reflexes. I balanced on the snow, trying not to fall into the deep snow that had frozen over last night, as I made my way to the bus stop.
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ParanormalPierce Summers is a bit of an outcast. She has so many ideas, but no one seems to understand them. But now she's having strange dreams, and they are seeming more and more real, and more like visions than dreams. When she meets Nolan and Bayla, she b...
