The worst book ever written. I wrote this when I was about twelve.
CHPT 1 weird
He didn’t know where it came from, but as little Campbell Gruntsworth watched the sky a meteor roughly the size of a marble fell from the sky and landed in the potato patch. He left to tell his parents, leaving the garden unwatered on a hot summer afternoon.
He left, but something was still there. The erie presence of something was still in the garden. But the question was…what?