d a y 30
Call me Foster. I’ve been a paladin for less than twenty-four hours, and I’ve already killed two people. Well, let me explain. See, they weren’t really people. I’m not much of a person myself. This little world, Harper Rock itself, is divided into the human population, the not-so-human population, and the pure supernatural. When I said I killed two people, I killed a paladin and a vampire. All of this is too much to take in. I know. My head feels like it’s about to explode, and I don’t have anyone to turn to. I can’t walk up to my nana and papa and tell them that I’ve managed to throw my whole life down the drain. I can’t tell anyone. You know what? I don’t even want to begin the story. I don’t even want to try to muster the strength to tell the story. But if I really have thirty days left, I guess I should keep some record, huh? Let me start over then. Just ignore all of this.My name is Camille Kellan Foster, but everyone calls me Foster. I’m going on twenty-three years old. I’m on a minor break from uni, but I’m attending...well, I was attending the University of Toronto. It’s not like I can go back, right? I thought I could do this, but I can’t. I just can’t do this right now. I’ll try again tomorrow. It’s too hard. I feel like it’s all too final. I’m not dead yet. If I can help it, I won’t die at all. I’ll figure something out. That’s where I am right now. I’m Foster, and I’m trying not to fall apart.
