Cassandra was an intelligent, small and peculiar girl. Her older siblings left to go to a school far away, and that was all she knew while she was stuck in a boring public school. She liked books, school and history and daydreamed too much for her own good. When she was in an emotional state weird things started to happen, light bulbs would pop and electricity would dance around the person she was upset at. Funnily they'd zap the twats in the behind, but Cassandra didn't care much of that. When her family came home for the holidays nothing seemed quite normal. It was all frenzied and chaotic and Cassandra loved the fun magic tricks they learned in school. Little did she know her parents were waiting for a letter to come once she turned eleven. This book is copywrited

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Death is inevitable. It's not something you can just escape from. It's a constant shadow hanging around. You still don't ever seem to care. You are doomed once the very thought of you is created. You die. Things die. Everything is pointless. But as humans we find reasons to live. We're bent on finding those reasons. So tell me why the air I breathe keeps me alive while it slowly kills me. Why the blood running through my veins keeps me alive when one organ stops my blood ceases to flow. Let me try to keep this simple. We all die eventually. It is our choice to find the silver lining. A reason to live. It is our choice to find reasons to live. These are some reasons. This is copywrite by me

I am a highly trained agent. I've trained since I was five. On one of my missions I was framed. I needed a quick get away so I disappeared. Since I'm not old enough to be out in the world on my own I live in a foster home. I changed my name to Nichole Storm. If you read this that means you're life is in danger so whatever you do don't put this story down. Stay on guard and trust no one. Signed, Agent 3-2-4-12 This is copywrited