This story is my first FanFiction. Just thought I should let you know. Please feel free to criticise as much as you want and please rate and review.
This, unfortunately, does not belong to me. It belongs to the amazing Markus Zusak.
We've met before, haven't we? In another place, another time, another world but all the same story. Granted, I've met everyone before, in one way or another, but none quite memorable as you. Perhaps you were the great Queen Cleopatra, ruler of Egypt. She, of course, committed suicide. Or what about Abraham Lincoln, the great and noble American president of 1861-1865? He, assassinated by John Wilkes Booth. Or Nelson Mandela, the courageous, South-African president who served 27 years in prison for sticking up for the black people? Died peacefully, of old age. Jesus, the almighty Son of God, founder of Christianity, forgiver of all our sins? Sentenced to crucifixion and died on the cross.
No that's not you. Though these people are certainly memorable, I remember you more than anyone.
Well, perhaps not you, per se. As we've already established, I've certainly met you before but in another life.
Perhaps…? No, it cannot be. So soon?. Yet, I am never wrong. About anything and everything. So you must be…
Yes. Of course. Why didn't I see it before? Hello, my old friend. You were not famous or extraordinary in any way, though I urge you to not be discouraged (I rarely find note-worthy people any more). You were not any of the awesome people I mentioned earlier. You were not someone who has died heroically or spectacularly. Rather, you were quite ordinary; an ordinary girl, living in an ordinary town in a not-so-ordinary time. A time in which metal birds flew around and frequently did their… business as they soared, destroying the grey monstrosities you humans call "buildings" below and giving me more work than ever before.
Yet, you did not die during this time. You died many years later, not so long ago, to be honest.
You were the one who haunted me the most, who made me feel guilty for my job. (Which I don't actually think is very fair). You were the one who loved words as I loved colours and who hated words as I hated colours.
It was once grey. Now it is blue.
Hello, Book Thief.
