I moved to Featherbrook a few weeks after my father died. He was a great man with a bad life and an incurable disease. We moved from my home in London. Mum said it was a fresh start. Really, she just found a new boyfriend and agreed to move to Melbourne with him, pulling me away from my new friends and a life I was happy with. There's a park across the road and I go there frequently with my dog, Chance. But there's something... something strange about it. I hear whispers when no one is around. Chance keeps running to a bush and trying to go through it. It doesn't make sense. I feel in danger when ever I'm there. Yet I feel at peace. And that's what makes it scary.
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The Hope
FantasyWhen I was young, they told me that I could be anything. At six, I wanted to be a princess. They said that I couldn't unless I was apart of the royal family. When I was twelve, I wanted to be many things. Demigod, tribute, shadowhunter, sorcerer, di...
