Chapter 1 My eyes popped open. I was back in my room. Thank god. All of a sudden, there was banging coming from my bedroom door. My mom was yelling at me to get up. "Cloe, time to get up!"
"All right, all right. I'm getting dressed." I swear, sometimes she can be really annoying.
Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Cloe Summers, 16 years old, and a freshman at Springdale High School. I love to draw and read. My favorite subjects in school are art and english. My least favorite one would have to be Algebra 1. Okay... now back to the story.
I opened up my bedroom door, and the hallway smelled of omlettes. I had a bad feeling about today. I ran down the stairs, and tripped on the rug. 'Ouch, that really hurt.' I walked into the kitchen rubbing my head. I walked in on my mom cooking breakfast. "Mom, we only have omlettes on special occasions. What's wrong?" She didn't even turn around and answer my question. "Mom, answer me!"