🍧~ Welcome to Cricket, a small town in the middle of a desert, where everyone knew each other and no one had to worry about locking their doors at night. Every day here was the same, and Andilynn was getting bored of it.
Meet Andilynn, a sixteen year old red-headed weirdo who now lived here because she technically killed her mom. It was an accident of course...Andilynn is a sweetheart. It's just she was born with Schizophrenia, a mental sickness that causes her to hear voices, have hallucinations, and fun things like that.
Cricket was boring, and she wanted to leave, but when she tried, everything would go black, and the day would restart. Yes, restart.
The first time the day had restarted, Andie woke up in her bedroom. She ran downstairs, nearly tripping over her own feet. Belle, Andie's grandmother greeted, "Happy Friday, dear."
"Friday? N-n-n-n-no, we've already been through Friday."
"Thursday was yesterday, dear."
"But I-I just woke up on a Friday morning, like two hours ago."
"Andie, we've talked to you about skipping taking your pills."
And then the hallucinations would get worse. They were so realistic Andie could never tell reality apart from illusion. Andie thought leaving town would set her free from her past, sleeping with her friend's boyfriend, getting arrested, fighting with her dad. She had to find a way, but for some reason, life didn't want her to leave.
Forlot: Return of the Monster Protector - Book Eleven
51 parts Complete
51 parts
Complete
It may be a small town.
But it has its many secrets.
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"Sweetie, I just want to help you."
"And how are you going to do that? Lock me up in an asylum where there are psychos who could hurt me? Put me to death? The possibilities are endless when it comes to getting rid of me, huh?"
"I would do no such things."
"Now who is the liar? And for the record, I have delicious snacks tugged away in my bag if I get hungry. I do not need your poisonous food. Also, do not call me your sweetie or sweetheart. Margie is your child now."
"Margaret, you are sick. You need help."
"The only help that I need..." She took a bow and arrow out of her bag, letting go of her bag in the process, and set the arrow on the bow. "...you all need help."
Without any warnings, she grabbed ahold of me, forcing me to my feet, and held me close to her, pointing the sharp end of the arrow at my neck.
"And the only way that you guys will receive help is if I kill my replacement."
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If you like adventure, mystery, humor, or cliffhangers, then this is the book for you!
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