Literature
The Demon Beast p9
Last weekend was alright at the beach, even though I hate the beach. What really bothered me for some strange reason was that Mirra was always around Hunt. It made we feel all wormy and angry inside. Now, it was two days later at 1:30 am, and I'm laying in bed trying my best to sleep. As I drifted off, heard voices. I tried to ignore them but they just kept on getting louder the further into sleep I got.
"Shut up already!", one voice shouted. It was hostile and loud, and also very farmiliar.
"You have no right to speak to me like that," a calmer, yet angry, voice spoke from the dark. Then, my vision kicked in. In front of me