Prologue

[ Originally named "13" ]. For most people, thirteen is the good year of your life. You can see the world with different eyes. You can finally be treated like an adult. As a teen, life just gets a little better.

Maybe for you it does.

In my town, when you turn thirteen, you disappear. Gone. Forever.

No one knows where you go. The stroke of midnight, that second when the clock finally "ticks" and you know your gone. But I know about this place. Let me tell you a tale, a tale about the day I turned thirteen.

*this may not be updated soon, since I am going through major editing to take out any grammar problems and/or spelling. Also, I may be taking out/adding parts, nothing too big.