Phoebe Nyx: The Descendant of the Moon

Being the daughter of the richest guy in Chicago is not something you can call easy living. You have the fortune, the glamorous penthouse, the Maserati, but in exchange you don’t have the
life, the epitome of living, breathing is a struggle.

But that is not the hardest part of my ‘not-so-fortunate-life’. It all started when a silver key
dropped out of nowhere. This beautiful key that was embroidered with a ten ray Sun irritably fell in my
head the night of the Crescent.

But now, maybe is the end of me. I’m falling a hundred and eighty feet towards the
cold briskly waters of San Francisco River. As I fall to my death, my life flashed back good and bad memories, from my hideous family, to my weird (in a good way) friends, then to my unforgettable 15th birthday.

Everything came back in just a swift of time. But the thing I remembered most was the first time I actually felt how to be loved by someone I least expected. I now know that falling in love is indeed much better than falling from the freaking Golden Gate Bridge.

I looked up to see the mighty sun, feeling its heat and power. Then the last thing I saw was a pair of frightened sea green eyes, he reaches out and screams my name.

As I plunged deep into the cold depths of the
river.