Let Me Sleep
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Last published Fri, Apr 10, 2015
"I'm staring out the window. Life was boring, annoying, and altogether a drag. But not anymore."
"The fire alarm blares through the building, and in an instant, Iggy and I are up out of our seats, clashing with the throng of people, sweaty, noisy, bothersome people."
"And then we're away.
Kendra. Fourteen. Average height, weight, everything. Rubbish at sports, can't write to save her life. Basically her only consolation is her friend Iggy. The problem? Kendra can't come to terms with the fact that Iggy isn't quite human.
The only thing to do now is roll with the punches.
Unfortunately, it seems, the punches suddenly turn deadly, and it's an all out war between Heaven and Hell, and Earth is caught in the crossfire.
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