A/N: It may be 12:30 in the morning, but I want to upload this soon. So wish me luck!
Hi. I'm Nicole. With some kind of magic spell, I am going to send this tape back in time to hopefully stop the end of the world. It may just seem like an insane fanfiction to you, but this is pretty much how I turned from a fangirl, like you, to what I am now.
It all started on my sixteenth birthday when Hermione Granger popped up in my kitchen.
It seemed like a good day. I had gotten a truck load of books and a chocolate cake so all seemed well. But I knew something was off when my dad got a frantic call from work.
"You need me now?... but my daughter… I know but… are you sure they… I'll be there soon." I heard my dad say. I was watching Doctor Who when he came in and said to my mom in a whisper "They are doing it today."
My mom's eyes widened and said "Then you need to go before they choose someone else." He nodded and then ran to the garage.
"What is it?" I asked.
She looked at her hands, nervously. "They need your dad at work. It's important. I'm sorry."
I nodded. Dad worked for some top-secret thing for the police. He only tells my mom because she used to work with him, but retired when I was born. I haven't been told anything, but they have been training me to become one of dad's assistants when I graduate from high school.
"I'm gonna get some more cake." I said. Mom smiled "At this point, you are going to take all of it and leave us nothing!" I shrug and get off the couch.
When I reach the kitchen, I grab a knife and get myself a slice of cake.
Suddenly, a pair of hands grab my arm and pull me into darkness.
A/N: That was… short. The next chapters will be longer but, it's one a.m. Cut me some slack. Blue Dauntless cake made by Peeta to all that review! Toodles!
