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I sat on my bed and pulled out the cloth, a medallion about six centimetres fell out. It took in a sharp breath when I looked at it closely, it was so beautiful with all the colours of the rainbow swirling around in its oval gemmed centre and silver metal running round the edge in the shape of small roses and crosses with veins. With its long silver chain I put it round my neck.

I pulled out the letter again and read it quickly. It said I would be picked up at midnight. But where?

I couldn't believe I was actually doing this put I jumped up the bed and started packing. There wasn't much just six outfits. I didn't own anything.

Now all I had to do was wait.


I turned the medallion in my finger tips, while every couple of seconds looking at the alarm clock. Just ten minuets to go till midnight.

My stomach started to churn as I though about what I was doing and where I was going. I didn't know anything, was this all just a sick joke my poor excuse for a mother had cooked up? I swiftly moved that thought aside as I knew she would never have brought me the medallion.  But where was I supposed to get picked up?

"Sorry I'm a tad early." I leaped up with my heart pounding "Just couldn't wait to meet you and pick you up. Hope you don't mind!" an enthusiastic man said quite quickly. I looked at him, with his white shirt and smart trousers on.


"Dillon Grantum" he came over and shock my hand quite violently with a smile on his face to reveal while pearly teeth.

"Er, hi. If you don't mind me asking, where the hell did you come from?"

"Oh drear one, hell doesn't exist." he said cheerily "and where I came from doesn't matter at the moment. Are you all packed?" I nodded. "Al-righty then. Lets go."




"To Pappillion."


"I'll show you."

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