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Hey im brand new to all this and i decided to write some fanfiction. I have been working on a book lately and i wanted to see how all u guys like it. comment and tell me what u think!
I rounded the corner of Elm Street and Rochester Avenue with my attacker just steps behind me. I couldn’t get him away. I would dodge into crowds screaming for help, but no one would assist me. I was on my own and I was losing. All I could think was why. Why did this man have to pick me? Then my final step happened. I was running past the flower shop when a brick that was slightly peaking out hit the toe of my shoe and sent me flying into an alley. An alley, just the perfect spot. Why did most things happen in a dark alleyway in the middle of the night?
I lie sprawled out on the cold rough concrete waiting to be killed. The man should have already been here. Then I heard him. The loud steps of his steel toed boots echoed in the alleyway. I looked up to get a final glance at him in case I could make it out of here. He was about 5’ 10’’ with a mustache and dark brown hair. In the moonlight I could tell he had light eyes. I focused all my attention on his eyes. They were full of hatred, but I didn’t know why. I had never seen this man in my life.
Then it happened. He pulled out his pistol, took a final glance around the area to make sure no one was looking. “Goodbye Emily,” he spoke clearly with a slight British accent. My mind was confused, how could he know my name? But I barely had time to think before he shot me. I was dead in an instant. I didn’t feel anything. But now I didn’t exist. No one would know who killed me and the man with the British accent would get away.
I awoke in a large white room. There was a podium in the center with a man dressed in pure white standing at it. His complexion was opaque and he had a heavenly face. “Heaven,” I whispered. “Why yes it is,” the man at the podium responded. He then motioned with his hand for me to come towards the area he was standing in. I stepped forward and he then gave me something. “You are going to be sent back. The man who killed you isn’t going to be caught and we think it is unfair. You will be sent back to earth in another body that we have created for you. Your mission is to find the man and get him arrested for the crime he has committed,“ I was shocked. Another chance. A chance to actually say goodbye. A chance to turn in the horrible man who killed me. “Yes,” it was the only word I could say. I was too happy.
The man then took out a large white briefcase and opened it. He took out several documents and pictures. “Your name is Avery Whyte. Your 15, just as you were when you were Emily. At age 7 your parents were killed in a plane crash and you have been living in the orphanage ever since.”
Then he opened a door and lightly pulled me towards it. I looked down at the earth below. Soft steps led down to the town I had lived in. Seattle, Washington. I was now going back. I took one step down, then another, before long I was only four steps from the ground. I looked down at my hands and was astonished, as Emily I was pale with blond hair. Now as Avery I was tanned and my hair was a rich brown color.
I stepped off of the stairs and looked up, but nothing was there. I looked back towards the world I had reentered and gasped. I was now in an attic. “This must be my room in the orphanage,” I thought. “Avery you going to be late!” someone screamed at me. I quickly grabbed the backpack that was laying on my vanity and raced down the stairs. As I opened the door I saw the bus leaving. In my past life I was a horrible runner and had no stamina at all, but as Avery I was fast and could run forever. I found this out as I was running towards school. I reached the school steps as soon as the bell rang. My locker was a top locker, something I wasn’t used to, and I had all honors classes, yet another thing I wasn’t used to. Avery was perfect.
For first period I was in a photography class. I liked it. The way we got to develop film was intricate and, well fun I guess. Fun is the only word I could use to describe it, not fantastic, not boring. Just fun. I met a girl named Cynthia. She was nice. We had the same schedule so we walked to class together. Eventually she invited me to some party that was being held on Wednesday.
Second period was gruesome. I saw all my old friends. They looked horrible. Amelia was as pale as she could be and had deep purple marks under her eyes. Danielle looked even worse. Her usual perfect hair was just put up into a sloppy pony and she was wearing sweats. Danielle never did that. She had the same purple marks under her eyes. Someone came towards them and spoke “I’m so sorry.” That one comment sent both Amelia and Danielle bursting into tears.
I felt horrible. I left them. I wanted to confront them and tell them it was me, but I couldn’t, I was Avery now. Emily was dead. If I went up to them as Avery and told them I was Emily, they would think I was insane.
As third period rolled bye I began to feel hungry. Luckily lunch was right after. I strolled into the lunchroom and saw something that hit me so hard.
My old boyfriend Thomas was sitting there or Tom as we knew him. He was surrounded by girls who were all flirting with him. To my surprise he was doing the same back. In rage I stormed towards him and screamed “Your girlfriend just died and all you can do is flirt!” He just stared at me with wide eyes. The girls surrounding him just glared at me and walked off.
Tom went from his surprised expression to one of horrible grief. “I’m trying not to be sad. I don’t want to remember that she is dead. It’s too hard for me to handle,” His words were soft and full of emotion. I felt like crying for him. Then Tom looked down and his eyes filled with salty tears. He let them out, he sobbed so loudly that the whole cafeteria stared at him.
Shortly after lunch I met up with Cynthia again. She was chatting excitedly about her party. I didn’t hear much about it, I was too busy staring at the large window in the office. “Avery what are you looking at?” she questioned me. “Oh nothing, I just thought I saw someone I knew,” I responded quickly. It was true I did see someone, but not a person that I would be happy to meet again. I had seen the man. The man with dark hair and blue eyes. He fit the description I remembered of my attacker. He was even the same height. The one thing I needed to find out was the British accent.
I quickly escaped from Cynthia and hid below the desk in the office. The woman at the front desk was talking to him. “I’m sorry sir, but you need some I.D in order to take out a child.” The “child” comment slightly offended me but I ignored it. The expression on the man’s face was priceless. He looked astonished, but yet depressed. “Well I can see that it’s just not possible then,” he commented sharply then turned around and stormed out of the school.
By then I was sobbing. He had the accent. He was the man. The angel was right. No one was going to catch him unless I found a way to prove him guilty. I couldn’t believe I was just that close to my killer. Before anyone could find me I pulled myself up, wiped my eyes, and ran down the hall to get to class.
At fourth period I had Math, and yet again Avery was exceptionally great at it. I was starting to get annoyed by the consistent perfection. My annoyance was masked by the dark cloud of grief that hung over me. That man, he was horrible. I just couldn’t get over the fact that he could show his face at the school that I had attended. What puzzled me extremely was the fact that he wanted to speak to Tom. I had many theories of why but all of them led to something that would send tears streaming down my face.
Eventually Cynthia tapped me on the shoulder. “Avery what’s wrong?” I didn’t know how to respond. I wanted to tell someone so bad, but they would think I was insane. “Um, well, I...uh Cynthia I’ll tell you after school. This isn’t a place to talk about it,” I had stuttered badly the whole time and truly I don’t think I knew what I was saying, but it was too late now. I had to tell her.
For the rest of class I sat with my head down and tried not to make eye contact with anyone. I had to endure the rest of this retched school day.
School rolled on with the same things happening in every class. I would sit there and ponder ideas when suddenly one would hit me and send me into a crying frenzy. I hated this feeling of dread. Then I thought of Danielle and Amelia. They must feel like dying themselves right now. Almost as a response to that Amelia walked in and handed something to my teacher. Mrs. Ruth stood up from her desk, “Thomas will you please report to the office,” she spoke clearly and without trouble. Tom arose from his seat quietly and left the room with a puzzled look on his face.
At last I couldn’t take it. I ran toward the bathroom making a quick detour to my locker to grab my bag. I then snuck into the bathroom and opened the window that was above the stalls. I climbed up the side of the stall and threw my bag out the window before carefully pulling myself through. Before long I was outside and running off school property.
I walked down the street feeling free of that dreaded school. But before long I came across trouble. By now I was starting to think that I was just this gigantic magnet for trouble. It was Murphy’s Law all over again.
I walked by the street. I couldn’t even stifle the name. It was a death street to me. I walked on the side of the street that the alley was. The one that it had happened. Then the cry came. It was distinctly a guy. The cry was of pain. I sprinted towards the area I thought it came from. Scream after scream kept coming from an alley. When I finally came to it I couldn’t believe my eyes. In the alley was Thomas. He was curled up in the fetal position with a man looming over him. When I came into view the man ran off without hesitation. Tom just laid there. “Thomas what happened!” I screamed at him. He didn’t respond. All he did was point to his stomach were three distinct bullet holes were. I gasped and the shock. Without thinking clearly I scurried to grab my bag and retrieve my cell phone.
By the time the police had come along with the ambulance Thomas was out cold. He was carried away to the emergency room. I didn’t get a thank you. Not one paramedic or policeman acknowledged me. I didn’t care though. Less publicity was good. All that mattered was that Tom was ok.
Not knowing what to do now, I walked back to the orphanage. That was the one thing Avery didn’t have. A family, and that was the one thing I needed right now. Someone to confess to. Someone to be comforted by.