prologue
I know I'm going to grow up and be a failure. My brothers and sisters were all the same as me, lazy, arrogant, ignorant, stupid, to busy focussing and not looking at the bigger picture. It's my genetics, it's in my blood, twisted into my DNA, imprinted on my worthless brain. My brothers and sisters are all the same now renting a house they can't afford, not being able to get a job or a life to go with it, even drinking away there sorrows on cheap alcohol. I know they're older than me and people tell me I don't have to be the same way, that I can change myself before I get to that stage but I often wonder if they thought the same thing. Sometimes I look into a mirror see two helpless eyes with wrinkles and bags underneath them, eyes of a young girl that's been through too much; stuck into the ugly head of a loser. That's all the girl in the mirror will ever be. That's all that I'll ever be.
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Derek Landy had just come back from grocery shopping, in the middle of paying for the unnecessary items he had a brilliant idea that he was dying to put down on paper. he new what he had planned for the books from the beginning. he new about Darquesse, he new about Lord Vile, he had even known about Clarabelle, he had had it planned out from the start. he knew it was going to get darker, and darker, and darker. like harry potter. he pictured Valkyrie being Harry, Skullduggery being Ginny, Tanith being Hermione, and ghastly being Ron. he knew that Kenspeckle was probably Dobby, Mr. Bliss was Snap and China was Bellatrix Le Strange. Yes his story was a lot like Harry Potter after all. he walked through his big house and listened to the rain lashing down on the roof, after all Ireland wasn't Ireland without rain. the closer he got to his study the more agitated he got about not having a pen and paper or a laptop in front of him. he finally reached his study, it was his 'place'. the place where he wasn't annoyed by the weather or disturbed by his pets, because it was his 'place'. he could isolate himself there for days on end if he had a couple of snacks. though there was something wrong about his study. the beautifully varnished door was gaping wide open. lightning flashed in the background. he could hear something knocking things over. shifting through all of his personal belongings. maybe it was a burglar, or one of those crazy fangirls, or a serial killer. out of all those options he would prefer the burglar, but the serial killer came in a close second. he turned on the light, only to find one of his many cats jump gracefully of the desk. suddenly another flash of lightning struck the ground and his power went out. Derek cursed under his breath and pulled out his IPhone that didn't turn on. now, in horror movies, would be the best time to run. he could almost here the violins in the background, playing an eerie song. there was another flash of lightning that lit up all the inanimate objects thrown carelessly around the room; that was all the inanimate objects in the room except for the girl siting cross legged on his book shelf.
dan dan daaaaaan. I wouldn't be surprised if I didn't kill him in the next few pages. Tanith and Clarabelle are my top two favorite characters. he almost killed me when I found out a remnant possessed her. Derek Landy, if you are reading this (I highly doubt it) but if you or someone who knows you is reading this. I don't want to hurt you... but I never said it wasn't on my list. please bring Tanith back *gangster voice* for Valkyrie, Ghastly, fans all over the world, mine and most importantly your sake