I canceled my fantasy one because I had writers block this book is about a 22 year old writer, Shijin Shika, and a 14 year old girl, Midori Ichigo (this is not yuri), and the writer, had written a life about Midori with out even noticing it! Everything she writes, Midori does. Midori has a quest for finding 16 people in 3 months to gather together, ya know they'll give her they're special "powers" or she'll deny it and wither after 3 months.

Prologe

   Her hands turned numb from writing from the slim paper. She wrote out the life of a 14 year old girl. "Must-continue-" She whispered as she scribbled some words on the paper. "DONE!" She slammed the pencil from her desk leaving a tiny crack. The steam had turned her eyes pink. She turned her chair around then sighed in relief. "Whew," She said. Her glasses had shimmered in the artificial light, her hair was stiff and messed. She tilted her head to the alarm clock. It had read: 1:37. "Wow, that late?" She sighed. Her legs lifted and plopped her mass to the bed. "I have been writing the chapter for a day and finally finished it, my second to last chapter." Cried the woman.

Ichigo's POV-

   Possessed by day, restless at night. It was 1:37 am before I could finally get some rest. My body had turned and shifted everywhere finding the missing 2 people left. I had 2 more days left before I die. It must be impossible, it must be depressing. I knew who that woman was, possessing my body and controlling me to find 16 people over 3 months. I grabbed my arm and forced it lifting up quickly. "From this day on-I..."I shouted. "I WILL NOT BE POSSESSED!" I snapped. The birds had flew away with their silver wings in the mist. I dragged my feet to my bedroom, why was I at the middle of the town?

Ms.Shika's POV-

   My baggy eyes had awoken at 5:00 am. Everything was a blur from the day. I sighed in despite that I had worked on my second to last chapter but worked on it 12 hours. A loud slam on my wooden door had suprised me. "SHIJIN SHIKA! PLEASE OPEN UP!" A cracked low voice snapped. It was that girl again...

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