Drastic Changes Intro and Chapter 1Prologue
Click click click. My boots make a soft clicking noise on the hardwood floor. Click click click. Yet another panic attack, this time at 5:30 am. It's the first panic attack I've had in a long time. Click click click. I pace up and down the kitchen, glancing at the clock every 5 seconds or so. I vaguely realize that I'm fully clothed. I must have dressed myself sometime in the middle of my panic attack, at one point that I do not remember.
Memories bombard my mind. Good memories, bad memories, memories I didn't even know I had, just all trying to make themselves known to me at the same time.
Click click click, my boots keep the rhythm of the Roman numeral clock on the wall. Is the heater on? It's hot in here. I turn the fan on and sneeze. It's covered in the usual dust that clings to everything here. It's what we get for living in farmland. I rub my arms, conscious of the coolness of my skin. My skin is cold, but I feel hot.
Click click click. I pick at my nails, trying to calm
Oh God... the 5 year old me wrote this...There Once was a chicken named Wilson and he wanted to find a home. One day a farmer named Rex came to look at the chicken farm then he said "Hmmm, none of these chickens are rite." Then he left. The next day another farmer came to look at the chicken farm and her name was Selia. She said I will take 1 chicken home and I pick Roostey. Roostey was one of Wilson's friends. " When will I get to have a nice home in the country"? He asked himself. The next day another farmer came to the farm and said, "I will take Wilson". After the farmer said those words , Wilson said ,"Yes"! "I got picked"!
Then the farmer took Wilson home and fed him good food. Then he went to sleep. The next day he ate more food. Then one day the farmer got sick and he coldn't feed the animals.
So Wilson said, "if my owner can't feed me then I will feed myself" and that's what he did.
The next day he wandered off somewere. The farmer could not find him. "Wilson". "Wilson". The farmer found the chi
The Grim Reaper: A Promise KeptThe death of a best friend.
MY best friend. We made a pact with each other, long ago, that if either of us dies, the other will go to their funeral dressed as the Grim Reaper.
Well, she died first. Faulty car brakes on an icy road took her away from the world. And now, I'm keeping the promise.
My parents have a cow over how I'm dressing. My mother wants me to wear something "nice." Something black.
Fine. I'll wear whatever they want me to wear. But I'm wearing my Grim Reaper cloak over it.
During the ceremony, I stand in the back, an ominous short impersonation of Death.
The Christian priest highly disapproves of me, dressed in a dark cloak and holding a mock scythe. He doesn't understand the promise. Nobody does, really. The mourners cast confused and half offended glances at me, wondering why in the world a young girl would be dressed as the Grim Reaper at her best friend's funeral.
It doesn't bother me.
I don't say a word. My other friends say them for me.
"I would like to tell a st
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