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!"
"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!"
