marked for death, orangesoda [i want to read a book TXT] 📗

Chapter 1

It was time. Only time for torture. And the fact is whatever the people said whatever my dad said, It wasn’t going to be okay. Never again. And that wa how it was always gonna be. I looked in the red mirror in my all white room. I sighed. I hated this. Wait let me give you a recap.
A year ago my mother disappeared. We were the best of friend. No im not just feeding you bull. We hung out all the time, just like I would with my friends, if I had any that is. Ive always been the quiet type. Never really felt the need to make friends with dramatic hormone crazed Justin bieber loving sixteen year olds. But anyways, ive been moving around for a year now they’ve been tryig to contact my dad for just that long. Not until a month ago in july thy found him (in new york of all places), so im living in the most fantastic city in the word with the runaway from his wife douchebag. And today was my first day of Jules academy. Ive been being home schooled for a long time now so I really lost my social skills and was worried.
I checked myself out in the mirror. Smiled at my crystal blue eyes. Pitch black hair. I was pretty I thought to myself. I ran downstairs snatched up breakfast and made it out before dad woke up. I didn’t want to talk to him, didn’t even want to live with him. I walked down to the nearest subway entrance and waited. That’s when it happened. A man suddenly grabbed me and started choking me. Black eyes, black hair, sharp nose, considered handsome. My mind immediately copied his face into my brain.“You are the chosen one! You are marked for death and despair. You will do us wrong and for that you must pay!” I kicked a scrambled away but it was no use ,he had me.

Publication Date: 07-02-2011

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