Chapter 1
Hello, my names Abagail, but everyone calls me Abby. I’m here today to tell you the story of my life, and how I ended up here, In an enchanted cell about to die. It all started the day my parents died...
“Abby! Hurry up your going to be late.” My dad said watching me running around the house trying to find my bumblebee drawing to give to my teacher.
“Found it!” I grabbed my picture and headed out to the car.
“Seat belts!” My mom said turning around to look at me. “You ready?”
“Yeah! I cant wait to give Aunt Bee her drawing!”
My Aunt Bee was my kindergarten teacher and her name was litterly Bee so my kid brain was very smart to think of giving her a Bee drawing.
We arrived at school and i got out of the car like I always did. My parents drove off and I found my friends and walked to class. Today seemed like a normal day until I was called to the office at 9:38 am. When I was called to the front office they told me my parents were killed in a car crash. The only person I had left was my Aunt Bee, so since then its just been me and her. I was too little to understand and feel as sad and emotional as I would today, but the only thing that stayed the same since that day is every day my Aunt would take me to the Wishing Well in the backyard after school. I was always the one kid who didn’t have a lot of friends, the only people who where always there for me was Eloise and Darriel. Anyway, the wishing well was the most important thing to me because it reminded me that I still have hopes and dreams like the next person, and not to give up so easily. I always believed I didn’t fit in, I hear people say they feel a weird presents around me, even adults, so I don’t know what that meant at the time, but I was soon to find out. My birthday was a few weeks away and I felt different, not because I was getting older, but because I felt like there was someone watching me or looking at me every second. When I talked to Aunt Bee she said “Its the angels looking down at you, trying to decide if you should become one as well.” I didn’t really believe her because she sounded worried. I think my Aunt has always been worried about me becoming some rebel kid or getting myself into trouble even though I’ve done nothing wrong. I wish that I would of listened to her stories more, and payed more attention because where I am now, its all my fault.
Author of chapter one: Kaitlyn Baird
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