I honestly have no idea where this is going. Sorry so short, but I wrote this during History, so I had time constraints here!
I hope Tancred isn't ruining the art room! I think. He had better not be drenching the entire paint supply either. This was such a bad idea! Why did I have to even read him here? But I know why. Ever since I finished reading the Charlie Bone books, I have only dreamt of Tanc, and Him. I don't even know his name. Only once have I dreamt of either of them.
He was there, Tanc was too. Then suddenly someone was there saying, "Choose, choose..." I fell down on to my knees, crying, Tancred ran up to me yelling " Em!" but he just stood there, stunned, like he didn't know why he was there.
I see him every day, in the halls, in class, but I hate him now. I chose Tancred as soon as he ran up to me.
Review, but no flames!
