"Susan!"
The scream left my mouth as I jumped in front of her. It was pouring rain.
The bus skidded to a stop. I held onto my little sister, breathing heavily. She was shaking; from fear or the rain, I couldn't tell.
The bus door opened and out came a man. He looked to be in his early twenties, but his glasses made him look forty. His dark brown hair was soaked by the time he got to us.
I immediately stood in front of Susan protectively.
"Are you okay?" He asked, his voice laced with concern. I nodded cautiously. He stared at us, probably noticing how the water slid off our hair instead of being absorbed. "Are you two homeless?"
I stiffened. I didn't want to answer; I couldn't answer.
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How to Create a Better World
FantasyEleven children who have never met. A school trying to create a dimension, missing one thing. This is a story of romance, magic, danger. This is a story that will blow your heart away. "Tell me child, where do you go when you die in a dimension yo...
