The Journey to the Other Side, Anna Garcia [each kindness read aloud TXT] 📗

My long black hair flowed down my back to my hips. I had on a pair of khaki shorts that were cut mid-thigh. They were worn out, and charred from the heat. I wore a small black shirt that barely fit, and had many small holes, from years of wearing. My gloves, missing the fingers were black, along with my combat boots. I had two leather straps that formed a huge “x” on my shoulder, chest, and stomach, on the back was a long sleek sword, encrusted with jewels. I must have been a sight to see to those who I led towards the underworld. I still remember the day in fact, the day my journey began…