In the middle of a gigantic ocean, there is a small island called Jarca. A simple country with a superb economy, but very little known to the rest of the world. Castles dominate the island, dating back to around 1200. The island of Jarca is, in any archaeologist's words, a dreamer's paradise. Glittering, wet cobwebs covered the towering trees. A vast canopy of stars covered the heavens, called heavens. Drops of water sprinkled the earth as if they were drops of water. The waves splashed against the sharp, pointed rocks that looked almost scary. However, on the night of September 28, something happened that overshadowed the natural beauties. The glowing eyes that seemed almost those of a cat were horribly visible and hard to miss. Still, the royal guards at Bloom Palace seemed stupid enough to miss this woman. She prowled and wandered silently, like a cheetah aiming for its prey. Its long, spider-like legs struck the pavement with such grace that they were as silent as a feather caressing the ground. After diving into a bush covered in roses of all colors, a beep emerged. A crisp voice soon followed. “Did you get it?” » She reached into her pocket, irritated by the nerve of her stupid assistant for calling her while she was on a mission. What if she had been found and this island had approved her immediate execution? "Not yet. Don't call me until I press the button." The bright moonlight reflected off the burnished cell phone, the symbol of their band of glowing criminals. His heart beat harder with each passing second as she looked at the shiny sticker. The tattoo on her arm throbbed more than usual. Was she really doing that? She shook the funnel of her doubtful thoughts. .... middle of paper ...... with pancakes, a pound of bacon, and nagging (maybe even nagging me) about my being underweight My mom isn't having it. did. I didn't make my way into the room like I thought she would. In fact, a bucket of cold water was being carefully handled in her hand; Gretel whispered in a sing-song voice, laughing, she struggled to transfer the full-sized bucket. She tilted the bucket closer and closer, but, of course, me and my slow reflexes couldn't. counter Gretel like I thought. The cold water woke me up, okay. "Mom!" I screamed. “It makes you feel better for making me pay a seven hundred dollar bill for your cell phone, liebling. » Due to Gretel's genes and German history, liebling means "sweetheart" in German. Her remark on the word Liebling was dry and cold, unlike the frothy and sweet way a mother was supposed to say it...