The shadowy figure looked toward me. I could feel the color draining from my face. I knew what that meant. It was my time to decide. I looked at my brother through my thin blonde hair that the wind so lightly blew. His rosy, chubby cheeks weren't in the usual place of his smiling face. He had a straight face. I knew he was trying to be brave.
"Michael, I'll be the sacrifice..."
I love reading books that has twists in them. I hate when books are too obvious. I was inspired by my best friend, Falon Blanchard. (: