What if every time we
fall sleep, we are actually being searched to see if we are
ready to go to heaven/hell or if we have yet to live on
Earth. Those who wake up have yet to discover their
purpose in Earth, while those who don't wake up have
descended into heaven because they were ready.
Follow - up thought:
What if the only reason we dream is because our mind
needs something to do while being searched?
not my format.
Am I the only one who's wondered what Steve is like?
Is he 24 and just buying a house?
Or is he 57 and traveling the world?
Does he wear glasses?
Does he like root beer floats?
What's his favorite song?
Is he allergic to anything?
Does he have kids?
Who is this mysterious guy?
But my main question is:
Out of all the dinosaurs he could have picked,
why a Brontosaurus?!
Yes, I do enjoy walking at night.
The world’s more to my liking then,
not so loud, not so fast, not so crowded,
and a good deal more mysterious.
– Cornelia Funke
Angels
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Prologue
She's beautiful. She's popular. She's smart.
She's funny. She's... perfect. Alaia seems to be just
what all the guys want. Or, at least, what they think they want.
My name is Rowan, and clearly I'm the only one paying enough
attention to know that Alaia isn't who she
says she is.
We were best friends. We helped each other
plan our weddings, our funerals, heck, we even divised a few
brilliant-yet-sneaky plans to meet our favorite celebrities. We
worked together on school projects. We shared gossip, clothes,
music, and everyone thought we were a perfect team. What
happened? No, it wasn't an argument over something stupid,
like shoes, a boy, or a Facebook post. It had nothing to do with
popularity. Exactly one year from today, Alaia Jordyn Garner
tried to kill me. And I know exactly who she'll go after
next...
am i the only one who has ever felt like this?
and then there was a human apocolypse?
