The Lightning Strike

Chapter 1

I look down from the fire escape. "Oh my gosh," I say," It's so close, I got to keep climbing." I scramble up to the top of the ledge and it starts pouring. They say New York's worst are thugs. Ha! Now how are silly old thugs worse than bloody, evil demons trying to kill you. How did I get here, climbing the Empire State Building trying to get away from Beelzebub, the evilest, bloodiest demon from Hell? Like I said, I have a horrible story.

As I climb and climb, I see the demon slip and fall. Ha! I rest on a ledge and a huge lightning bolt strikes behind me. Hmmmmmm, it's actually comforting. Sometimes I feel like a lightning rod, it always strikes near me. Also, I'm always so staticy, that's why I have no friends, I shocked the "most popular" girl in school. It was so powerful that her hair frizzed up and her makeup was "horrible." Whatever, I don't care, like I said I've always been a loner