This had been my favourite place. I had known no other in my short years. Now it’s burned to the ground after a horrific fire; a neighbor left their stove on and it quickly caught on fire. Oh, I’m not talking about the house… Now of course I’m upset about the house, but I’m more upset of what was outside of the house. It was place to go when all things were loud and confusing. It was a small place...

I was known by many, but only to a certain extent, and innumerably questioned. Everyone had a vague sense of my presence, wether they chose to accept it or not, was their choice, but ultimately a part of my plan. Many call me evil, since I am often misunderstood because of the knowledge that many can not comprehend in this life. Some will never see that all that I have saved and torn has been for ...

I looked around as the bus continued. “How am I supposed to get home from here?”, I asked myself. Outside the bus, the sky was dark with anger, as if I had somewhow defied it when I had the fight with my best friend. The bus driver slammed on the breaks while I immediately slid forward. I looked torwards the windshield and saw the hood of a blue jeep and a shattered windshield behind it. I sat in ...