I made this story up biking home from school. So please tell me how to improve, but no flames!
I am riding my bike to school when I see him. His blond hair as bright as a crown of stars. Tancred Torsson. I almost crash my bike, Tancred was a character in a book. This was just somebody who looks like him, right? I go up to him and ask, "Hey, Tancred..." He turns around and looks at me.
"What? How do you know my name? Where am I? Where are my friends? Where is...Em?"
I try not to look crestfallen, Emma is a great character and all, but Tancred is here in my world now, good old Ohio, not at Bloors! I need to think of something to say, quick, he must already think I'm a freak.
"Tancred, do you remember anything?"
"No."
"I'm Emma's cousin, remember now?"
"No."
"Tanc, Emma's dead."
Huh? Like it? Review, but if you think flames, then keep it to yourself!
(Yes, I feel guilty about killing Em, but really, she was never alive, so...)