14 October 2012
I walked down a dim alleyway with my best friend Dennis. He always wore leather. That night I asked why he wore it. He stopped and gripped my shoulders and whispered the most deadly word ... Killer. I ran into a dead-end and that night I saw my guardian angel.
Written by my 12 year old sister - Michaela Allsop :) xx
Shadows In The Dark • Opuss № I