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Chapter 3 - sally

i worked out the bugs!
anyway its about-wait a min, im not tellin u wat its about but i will only say:it switches narratives.(lil trick i learned frm mr.j.stroud,writer of my favourie trilogy)

Chapter 3 - sally

Chapter 3 - sally
Wake up sally! called my mum from the kitchen.
And all she got in reply was a grumpy, yet loud, grunt.
Sally, youll be late for your first day at a new school! she was being
Persistent today. She always was on my first day of a new school.
And that was every year.
But I didnt want to go to wake up because it was my first day. It was because
I had that dream again.

Oh sorry, I forgot to introduce myself.
My names sally and I move schools every year because of the following reasons:
1. Where ever I go, everyone seems to hate me. All the girls always try to taunt me
And all the boys either make fun of me of stare at me funny.
2. My mum always has to move every couple years because of her job.
3. Sometimes the school dosent have enough special needs stuff.
I dont really have special needs. Its just my mum thinks I do because I always have that
Dream on the night before the first day of a new month and I seem to always see
This tabby cat. I know it follows me every where I go. The only thing is it never seems
To notice me. And it always seems to be following me.

Anyway, my dreams.
Ive been having them ever since I was five.
And their always the exact same one.
Its always this girl in a sailor senshi out fit like sailor moons except with a few
Differences. Her hairs really messy and covers her face completely because her face is
Always downcast. Shes half crouching, half lying infront of an unconciouse boy around
her own age,apparently protecting him. Then she reaches to her chest a pulls out a sailor
crystal which flies of somewhere. And after its gone, she drops down and dies.
I dont know what it means but what ever it is, I hope I dont find out.


I walked down the stairs, went to the kitchen, ate some toast, picked up my lunch
And walked out the front door all in my usual calm demeanour, not giving a
Single thought to how late I was.

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