Author's Comments:
Well, here's the prologue rewritten. Not much to say, just that I hope it's better than the other one. Hope the rest of the chapters will improve,too. And I hope you enjoy them. :3 Tell me what ya think?
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The bus pulled up to the front of the school, stopping abruptly and jarring a few sleeping teens. There were a few groans and some kids stretched as everyone filed off the bus. A girl about five feet in height with bright red hair down to her waist was the last to get off. She was practically sleeping on her feet. Her eyes were barely open, and she walked unsteadily. She shook herself to help wake up.
Walking up the few steps to the school doors, she opened them languidly, yawning. Stepping in, she came to a complete stop. Her eyes were wide now and she'd obviously woken up. Something was terribly wrong in her mind.
But before we go further, we should have introductions, a look into her thoughts. The thoughts of our heroin:
My name is Fire. I go to Masutu High School. I'm average in height and weight and my hair is a bright red, but I guess you can already see that. I wouldn't say I'm in the 'popular' group at school, but I'm well-known.
Everyone knows me as the school matchmaker. I've had a sense since birth that helps me pick who should be with who. I'm never wrong. When I was old enough to understand my gift, I noticed my parents were a total mismatch. And yet, they are still together to this day.
That was the only time I was wrong.
And so, back to school.
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How was it?
MusicofFire