And that's what led me here to this crummy interrogation room. All because I saw and followed a black truck that led me to the dead body of Barry Bloomsdale. At least, I wasn't in a ton of trouble this time.Or I hoped I wasn't.I just hoped my cousin was all right. I hadn't heard anything since we were brought in.It wasn't long as I sat there gathering my thoughts, that the door opened and the detectives came in and asked me questions and I answered them."Are you sure that's everything?" asked the young detective whose name I still haven't bothered to learn."Yes," I said. In my statement, I made sure not to reveal too much. I mean, I couldn't very well tell them about my magic or about how a ghostly truck led me to the crime scene which had me fibbing a little. They wouldn't believe me. Or if they did, they would think I was loony. Besides, this town already had problems with superstitions."So, basically, you have no way of proving your innocence?" asked the young detective with

Stuck behind a red light, a loud squeaking sound penetrated my hearing and made me turn my head to look out the passenger side window just in time to see a person on an old rickety bicycle wobbling up. Seeing me, he knocked on the glass and did a motion downward with his thumb.I hit the button and the window lowered automatically."Thank the ever-loving hell," the young man said, running a hand through his messy brown hair. "Are you, by any chance, heading towards town?"Hearing that voice, it was the guy from the bridge. What was his name? Nick? No, that doesn't sound right. Norton? Still not right."Uh, hello?"I shook my thoughts away and looked at him embarrassingly. "Oh, uh, yeah, I am. Do you need a lift somewhere?""Yes. That would be nice," he said. "You wouldn't believe the morning I had. My stupid motorcycle wouldn't start this morning, so I had to use my ancient bike that got a flat about a quarter-mile back. Idiotically, I didn't see what was in front of me thanks to a sq

"What was all that about?" asked Norman, sitting back down in his seat."Truth be told, I have no idea. Zelda has always bullied me for one reason or another. I still have no idea what those reasons might be. But she insists on always making my life a living hell.""I can see it. Maybe it's because she has a major crush on you.""What?" I asked. "I doubt that. Besides, she and her bratty friends know I'm gay.""And that might be why she hates you," he deduced. "I can't say for a fact, but some people could be like that. I mean, I did see that happening on certain shows.""Norman, this isn't a movie or a show. This is real life," I said, sipping on the last bit of my now-cold tea. "Besides, I doubt that is the case with Zelda. If anything, I get the distinct feeling it's something deeper than simply having a crush on me.""All right, fair enough," he said. "What about Brianna then?""What about her?""Come on. Even I could tell she hates you, too. I guess I'm curious as to why you broug

Skidding to a stop in the gravel, I turned off the engine. I then leaned over and popped open the glove compartment and pulled out the spare flashlight I had hidden.The second I stepped out of my vehicle and closed the door, a bitter chill crisped over my face. I shivered. This was too cool for March air. Hestitatedly, I reopened the door and grabbed my hoodie from the passenger seat, and put it on before I walked. My footsteps chomping into the rocks made it sound like I was stepping on glass which made me even more uneasy.I then stopped at a huge, creepy gate and took in everything about it. It wasn't odd. The old iron was so badly rusted that some of the bars were bent at weird angles and becoming so dismantled that a small child could squeeze through them if they were careful. Even the words at the top were falling apart. Only the M and C were still intact. Because of its looming appearance, it prevented me from seeing beyond the gate and tree lines. But looking up, I could make

Present And that's what led me here. I knew investigating that door was a big mistake.And not knowing where Norman was, was bugging me. Was he even here with me? How did we get separated?Suddenly, pounding footsteps were right outside the mouth of the cave. I curled up. What could I do against the dragon?The dragon lowered its body until its head was right in front of me. I could see the slit in its golden eyes as he peered at me. He then bowed his head to me like I was some kind of important person."Master Azure," spoke the dragon in a deep voice.Great. First, a mind-talking cat, then a talking snake, and now a talking dragon. I had to be dreaming. There was no way this was real."I-I'm not..."The dragon's eyes narrowed. "Oh, I see now. Master Azure's spirit and powers reside inside you."A sense of sadness came from the dragon. I couldn't stop myself from taking a small step forward and hesitatingly placing my hand on his snout. It was rough to the touch.The dragon flinched