Day 4: First Paragraph
My sophomore science teacher said adolescence followed the similar pattern of a butterfly. Some teenagers still remained caterpillars, while others already emerged as beautiful, winged creatures. But sometimes, in the early morning fog, in the quiet of the back roads, a butterfly darts in front of a random vehicle and dies. Dead at sixteen. I was just another statistic. Until I became a guiding angel.
Suicidal Butterfly: A guiding angel novel
Hmmm… that was easier than I thought when I first noticed the assignment… Just copy and paste and off it goes into the universe. *gulps more wine*
Be sure to check out the other first paragraphs in the blog hop! Sharon’s post will help you find them.