What Little Worlds

What Little Worlds

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Sometimes the boy of your dreams becomes a part of your reality. Sometimes those dreams turn into a nightmare. "The shimmering droplets began to dance around me, sweeping up and down and swirling around each other. I gazed around in wonder. It was the strangest feeling, watching the magic. It wasn't just that I saw the droplets dancing, but I could feel the life of them. The waves of threads of buzzing energy they seemed to follow. It was addictive. I had never felt so alive in my life. Like I was finally Awake and Alert. There was this energy inside me like I should go run a marathon or do a backflip. I started dancing. I threw my arms above my head and swirled like the droplets of water around us. Adrien started laughing. I reached out between the droplets and grabbed his hands. Then leaned back and started spinning around, pulling him along with me. We spun like that until I finally started to feel dizzy. I let go and looked around at the droplets dancing their concerto again."
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I'd Like to think I was a good person, before it all began. I didn't cheat on tests, or steal. But throughout my entire life, I was treated if I were a monster. At the age of five, after several agonizing tests, I was diagnosed with Reactive Attachment Disorder. But not even that title could describe just how strange I was. When another kid got hurt, I would cry. Whenever someone else was told a funny joke, I would laugh hysterically. People looked at me as if I were crazy- and for while I agreed with them. That was until I, Caddie Jones, was exiled to Nox Haven Academy, a school for truly special kids. Not the mentally ill, psychotic kind of special but the magical kind. Like witches, vampires, fairies and werewolves. Call me crazy if you want, you wouldn't be the first. But the stories are all true. The supernatural did exist and I was one of them. Life there was cool until suddenly, I was faced with two-faced witches, egotistical princes, hormone driven werewolves, and an army of evil warlocks who were threatening to destroy the world. ... Maybe Nox Haven was a school for psychos after all. ---------------------------------------------------------- Highest Rank: #2 in Paranormal 1st Place winner of The Night Shift's Killer Competition 4/10/16 Illustration by: Stephanie Pitino (www.ClairObscur.fr) (1st book in series)

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