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Scream awake

Scream awake

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Paranormal
"She will never be a Luna. She will become something else, something much bigger." The destroyer of my enemy. "Tell me the name witch..." "Her name is Reign... Reign Lykoi." You know them stories your mother used to tell you a night, some to enchant you others to scare you. Stories where make believe things where created? What if I told you maybe this stories arent so makebelive. When her father decided to accept a job in a small town in the middle of nowhere, the last thing she expected was for her life to be turned upside down. Reign is thrown in the middle of a world she never even dreamed of being real, a world she is destined to be part of. She finds out that you can't run away from your destiny, no matter how hard you try and that the best thing to do is SCREAM. Scream the fright away Scream the pain away Scream herself awake
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.

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