Ok guys here is the updated version of my story I had my editor fix up some of the errors in the story, so everyone thank KitKatKins. And as always ENJOY!
I used to be just like everyone else. I went to school, work, then home to see my loving parents Derek and Michelle Anderson and my black labrador Boon.
I lived in a tiny, off the grid town in Nebraska. Imperia had a population of 2,091, but that number wouldn't last long, as it would soon drop by three.
I was always an outsider in my small town,we all knew how to use a gun, so most people's favorite pastime was hunting. But not mine; I prefered to read.
I was an 18 year old senior in highschool who chose to spend his time at the library where I worked. Five older ladies all above the age of 60 and I chose the silence instead of the constant booming of everyday life.
Now I was never a nerd in the traditional sense I was the captain in my school's track team and was in good shape. Even though I was part of a team, whenever I got time to spend by myself, I relished in either reading or doing my homework. l loved to know everything about anything. I was at the library enjoying the silence reading one of my favorite books The Maze Runner when that silence was interrupted by the ring of a cell phone, my cell phone.
I took it of my pocket. It read PRIVATE.I answered it.
"Hello?" I asked.
" Is this Mitch Anderson?" a man with a deep voice asked.
"Yes, this is he," I replied.
"My name is Officer Johnson from the Imperial Police Department. I have some disturbing news to tell you. Your parents are dead. Your neighbor Ms. Cooper saw your front door ajar and went to investigate. When she opened the door, she saw your mother and father lying on the ground, their bodies were ripped to shreds. I'm sorry son, but you'll have to come down to the station to identify their bodies," He said, trying to sound as emotionless and calm as possible.
"Wha, what, are you joking?" I asked, hoping desperately that he was,
"I'm sorry. I wish I were, but I'm not," He replied.
"Um, ok, I'm on my way now," I replied, running for the exit of the library.
It had been a week since that phone call, and no one had given me a straight answer as to how my parents died. I figured they would never know who/ what had killed my parents, and that they would just write it off as and animal attack.
That was, until I heard a knock at the door. I went to answer it, and when I opened the door there were two men in black suits. The one on the left was tall with long brown hair and brown eyes. The one to the right was shorter with spiked up brown hair, with light green eyes.
"My name's Agent Perry and this is my partner, Agent Tyler. We'd like to ask you a few questions about your parents murder," said the agent on the right.
And that was the day that I met Sam and Dean Winchester, that was the day that my perception on life changed forever.
