Someone quickly passes, dressed in black and I swallow, jerking backwards. I peek over again and the doors closed now. I look around the room, frightened. "Someones in here."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I cross my arms, glancing around when the lights start to flicker.
I let out a slight scream and cover my facewith my hands. The lights turn off and someone grabs my foot. I scream louder, tripping over something, or someone...
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
The light flickers a little bit remains off. I hold onto Jace's hand tightly, when someone pulls on My hair, I take my other hand and slap that hand away too when Jace is yanked from me.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
People say I love you all the time - when they say, ‘take an umbrella, it’s raining,’ or ‘hurry back,’ or even ‘watch out, you’ll break your neck.’ There are hundreds of ways of wording it - you just have to listen for it, my dear. — John Patrick, The Curious Savage
