Well I’m nuttier. I paint every surface of my room with random art in whatever color I can get my hands on. And I hear voices. Actually it’s singing. Well it was singing until they started talking to me, or about me.
I ran away from home the day after my thirteenth birthday when Auntie and her weird friend attacked me. Now I’m on the run with the Grim Reaper and a scary soldier. And I’m no longer on Earth.
They were expecting me to be a Knight. The savior that’s supposed to stop a war and prevent the invasion to Earth. But I’m not. They grabbed the wrong girl. I just don’t know how to tell them.
“I’m not strong. I’m not brave. I’m not particularly good at anything. So how can I be the one who’s supposed to save the world?” ―Agatha Stone