Chapter 1

It all started on a normal day.

But I guess that's how a lot of these unbelievable stories start when something unexpected happens. It was always a normal day. Like "it was a normal day until I found that a hundred dollar bill on the street" or "It was a normal day when all those kids got killed on that overturned bus".

My story has more to do with the second one actually, well, more about murder not about the kids. Even though I wouldn't call myself a kid I wasn't an adult. Seventeen I was still a young teenager you know?

As I was saying, it was a normal day. I had just gotten home from school where I ate a normal lunch and hung out with my normal friends. Boring, right? All this happened in the United States by the way, please keep that in mind.

I got home like I always do after taking the bus and went upstairs to take a nap. I had stayed up the night before until three in the morning and I was dead on my feet. But of course I had to read first before I could do anything.

I am what you would call a chronic reader. Everywhere I am I need a good book to keep me sane.

That day I had started rereading Sugarcoated, one of my favorite murder mystery/horror/romance books. I always hated that Claudia, the fat chick with a suspicious side, never actually took time to get to know Stefan. Not that she would have even if she tried mind you.

He apparently was only sweet talking her for information. I wasn't surprised, a fat cow like that would never get a guy if she was so disgusting all the time. I wanted to scream. "Lose some weight!" at her.

Stefan was adorable, in my eyes. Always sweet always compassionate and when something didn't go his way he would take care of it like a real man would.

Okay, so he was a little rough, but hey…rough was good in my book.

Anyway I always wished I could meet him or be in Claudia's shoes, but in my petite size fives instead of her gargantuan size nines. Stefan would get me, like no one else in my real life did.

Anyway, so I took a nap, normal right? Well I thought so…until I woke up in an office chair…in an office.

I wasn't totally freaked out, yet, what really sent my heart racing was when two old people slammed their hands on the outside glass of the front window.

I shrieked and fell out of the chair onto my butt with my legs in the air. Okay, this seemed awfully familiar.

"Oh my god!" I whispered breathlessly as I started to right myself.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I realized that I was no longer in my p.j's but in an ugly navy uniform pants and a white peasant top. But that wasn't exactly my most pressing matter at the moment.

I stared at the old people that were staring back at me with creepy old people smiles. **Crumblies** I thought to myself.

"Yoo hoo, hen," The old woman called to me. "Where's the opticians? Canny see it.

**What the hell were these people talking about?** I was sure the answer was right in the back of my mind but it still didn't quite want to be known yet. Stupid brain.

I backed up carefully trying to make a quick get away when I ran into someone. I turned swiftly and came face to massive belly with a man.

I didn't count myself as a supermodel but I was fit with a little fat here and there but that was normal for a teenager, my mom always said that I would grow out of it when I reached adult hood. I had hips, boobs and I was only five feet tall, I'll let you come up with a mental picture. But compared to this guy I would have been considered a nominee for Ms. Teen America.

"Oi, you messin' with the Mullens again Brit?" the man asked me.

**How does he know my name?!** I just stared at him as he brushed past me pulling off his white medical coat and trading it for a street jacket. **Okay, why did everybody have a Scottish accent?**

"Cat got you tongue Aye?" He chuckled, looking out at the old folks and smiling.

"…" What was I supposed to say?

The man stood between me and the old people. He kept his voice low and started to wag his finger at me in reprimanding.

"I know you don't like the Mullens but let the old souls have their joke and smile till they bugger off." he was acting like a…Dad.

Then a whole swarm of information came tumbling into my brain from an unknown source. Sugarcoated. This was all in the book. The falling, the Mullens, my "Dad"…Holy Crow!

I was in the book! I was actually in it! I wasn't dreaming…I don't think. I pinched myself to make sure. Nope! Definitely awake. Oh…my…god.

Every thing I had ever learned about reality or physics class just about meant squat to me now! This was real! That meant…

My father was ignorant to my inner party/freak out and kept talking.

"Mum keeps the glass wipes under the till," he gave me a cheesy smile, for the Mullens benefit I'm sure. "Make sure you lock the shop while you're out cleaning. And no playing with my phones or breaking my computer. See you at two."

Just like in the book he had transformed from dad mode to ultra friendly doctor mode.

"Well LOOK who's here again. Always a sight for sore eyes. Get it? Sore eyes? Going my way?" Mr. Quinn boomed at the elderly couple.

I cringed. His jokes were even worse spoken out loud! Jesus! How did Claudia ever live with this man?

My new Dad jerked his head at the window and then he walked away.

**Yeah right! Clean a window that I know is going to get ten times dirtier in a few minutes? What a joke!**

I locked the door and went to find out anything I could about my new life that I hadn't already learned about in the book.

I still had a few minutes until the killing spree started.

I found a purse that was apparently mine and started to rifle through it. Yuck! There were about ten Mars Bars wrappers in the side pocket alone! What a porker! This couldn't belong to me. Eating a lot of chocolate gave me a headache.

I looked down at my body just to make sure that I was still the same weight. And I was. That's' weird.

I found my social security card and pocketed it with all the money that she/I had and walked into the bathroom.

I let out a big sigh of relief when I saw that I looked the same, except for my hair was slightly longer, almost to my shoulders and my acne looked better than I had seen it in years.

**Yay me! I look great! Well, as great as I can look.**

I was still playing with my hair when a voice reached me from the shop window.

"Locked. Saturday. Ridiculous!" I groaned loudly and washed my face to kill some time. "Mr. Quinn's lassie phoned to say my specs were in. Never said Mr. Quinn shut for lunch."

"Go away." I said to my reflection and then I noticed that I had on my favorite pink high-tops and smiled.

I waited a few more minutes and then snuck to the reception desk and hid under it. It was rather comfortable so I lay out on my stomach.

**I can't wait to see Stefan! I bet he looks as good as I imagined him to be!**

I really, really hoped that I was pretty enough for Stefan. I have had fantasies of us together for three years and his rejection ending in my untimely death would not be good for either of us.

**I will make him satisfied!** I declared going into the deepest dirtier part of my thoughts and smirking. **No matter what it takes**

And just like that I heard a thump on the window.

I really had no stomach for blood so I just hid. And besides when the cops ask me if I saw anything I wouldn't be lying.

I cringed at the horrible sound that the skull made as it hit the window. Another thump and I knew that Len was pushing the poor scum's head painfully hard against the glass.

**No stomach for this kind of violence at all. Not needed really. Juts kill and get it over with.**

"Help please." I heard the scum whisper.

**No way man! I don't want to get killed, and besides you have no right to be shown mercy** the man was a thief, a crook, a con artist. Not to say that Stefan didn't do those things but he was much cuter.

"Some bastard watching." The man with the Black gloved hands said. I had never really gotten who's voice was who's but maybe after hearing them for real I would better differentiate between them.

"No. shop shut. Keep going." But even as the voice said it I heard the glove hand rap the window slightly with the hammer.

Lightly.

I didn't dare move but I was scared that maybe he could see me. Maybe I had accidentally moved my foot or something.

I breathed slowly as the hammer started to swing down on the man. Before when I had just read the book it was perfectly fine with the mental images, but now that I heard the sounds it was weird.

Really weird.

I didn't watch as the man was hit but I could hear everything.

I could hear the blood hit the window.

I could hear the small grunts that escaped Len as he hit the man.

And I could only think one thing.

**This is awesome!**

It was exciting! I mean, have you ever been present while a murder was taking place? I don't think so.

The fear was exhilarating!

Then I heard the man's teeth smash against the glass and I had to hold back a giggle.

Len worked really hard to be thorough.

"See this. And this. And this."

Janek always creeped me out with his little dance and stuff. I always suspected he might be a little insane.

I knew they had laid him on the handicap ramp and then positioned him as Black Glove got into place. I heard him hit the man's hand and the other one.

By this time I was bored again and it was just time to wait for the ambulance.

I just couldn't hold in my excitement to meet Stefan. I hope he likes me.