Prologue:

Prologue:

But I'm not ready to give birth yet!

The day before all this hoopla, I was a normal kid, with a normal family, and a normal (and thus, boring) life. The kind of kid, who only cared about surviving life until a disease, or hopefully old age kills her off. The kind of kid who would be forgotten, and would never amount to anything.

But on The Day of Hoopla, I had a nightmare which involved an evil clown, a lumberjack, a trumpet player, and a guy who has a fascination with legs. And we were playing some form of poker.

“Get ready to bear my off-spring, Ver-baby!” The clown showed us his cards “Beat that!”

Apparently it involves sex.

“She’s bearing my off-spring, clown-boy!” The trumpet player slapped his cards on the table, he then stood up and did a victory dance.

“Oh no, boys, she’s mine!” The leg-fascinated man showed us his card, and was about to grab my arm, but he was interrupted

“Nah-uh, Odin, I have my cards too, remember?” It was me, but I wasn’t sure if I’m actually gonna win this thing. I looked down at my cards and smirked—even though I didn’t know if the shit I had ensured my victory. Still, I showed them.

Then, I woke up, with a goal.

I was to find Aidan and Raven Wolfe, Hunter Sinclair, and Theodore Brown, then I have too lock them up inside the janitor’s closet with me. And then ask them the most infamous question ever.

Briefs or boxers?

Don’t ask me why.

Author’s notes

This, my dears, is the prologue. Obviously. Tell me if you like it (translates to: Please read&review).