Three Magic Trees Extract – Current WIP

Rubbing her eyes, Josey pushed off the covers, feeling strange being in an unfamiliar bed. She was in Jared’s house; he was the boy who continually stared at her at school, though he never came and talked or said hello. She felt sorry for him in a way but he also seemed a bit weird, and most of her friends laughed at him behind his back, saying he was so quiet because he was a psycho – that the quiet ones were ‘always the serial killers’.