I scuff my feet against the dirt that stretches out around me, so lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice the black Toyota speeding towards me until it completely block out my view of the sun that was hanging low over the horizon. I thought the car would just drive past but it suddenly screeched to a halt right in fr...
Let me explain... I died. No I'm not a ghost, or poltergeist, or a vampire. I am an angel. But my untimely death left me with a bad attitude and an urge to punch things... so i became a cage fighter. Will my new foster brothers accept this side of my personality or will i be forced to hide who i really am.