Happily Killing

I’m not like a regular fifteen year old girl. I’m gifted, just like my family. When we read, we get sucked into the book. I always thought of it as a good thing, it made my life easier. When I wanted to know something, I could just read about it and then I would experience the specific event. But at the age of seven, everything changed. We had to read a book at school, ‘Happily killing’, I figured I would just act as if I was reading, like I always did. But apparently I made a mistake. I’ve still got no idea what I’ve done wrong, but that doesn’t matter anymore. The only thing that matters at the moment is escaping out of this book, and that is a damn hard job to do.