Fifteen
Iris Miller
I was waiting at a McDonalds, in a fancy dress, getting weird looks from the people there. The date had been something of a disaster. Not James. He was perfect. It was the actual event. I felt sick to my stomach even thinking about it. All I could think of was to run out of there, and I didn’t stop until I reached the nearest town and found a place to sit at. Then, I did the only thing I could think of: I called Malaki.
The rich guy that had been holding the presentation had created a serum. One that could get rid of immortals altogether. That’s what he had pitched. I had sat through the dinner politely, and the presentation, listening to him spout his ridiculous nonsense. Then, as soon as it was time for dancing or the sacrifice or whatever it was he was planning
