Transposed: Trying to return back to my world

I really recommend this story to new readers like me who are overwhelmed by novels and books with a really high page count. Black exorcist x shows us that a great novel doesn't need to be hundreds of pages long. The story and the characters are absolute perfection, you can tell the writer really out alot of effort into this book. I really liked it and highly recommend it, it has become one of my favorite novels of all time because of its interesting story.

The first chapter got me hooked. Kudos to the writer. I will get coins to unlock the chapters. It’s captivating  😍

Honestly, the story had me hooked. It was well-written and easy to understand, which made me keep reading non-stop. Thumbs up, author! and don't drop this!

And all that glitters is gold

Every child in the world, would play along with this imagination. From the western countries to the eastern side. Up at the Equator to the coldest poles of Earth. You can't seem to avoid to see a child play pretend.

"Call your uncle! That bastard!!"

hi, if your reading this then.. you got bored and.. decided to pay attention to me... my name is felicia and im 13 years old... am in 7th grade of course and some strange things happen at a certain time every week or even everyday..whenever i tell my mum about it she doesnt really pay attention because she always has one excuse or another.... and all the therapists ive gone to said its just an imagination or i was hallucinating  and the rest think im crazy but... i know what happenes and.. i believe they mean something.when i was born  by 1:14pm on a Wednesday, my dad disappeared... he left behind an over sized silver watch..and on the bottom it says my name on he...he never came back and i havent still heard from him  in 13 years. my mum doesn't like talking about him... she always trys to change the subject like how she changed my prespective of my dad in my head...she always told me that he was bussy...she said "Mr tyree was always bussy". when i was 8 years old, my school had a father and daughter dance and i didnt want to go cause ill be dancing alone...the dance started by 1:14pm and my mum was working she didnt really have time to come but she some how made me go and then there was a shooting.... we lost 4 kids and 2 adults.... rip.... when i was 10 i went site seeing with my mum...there were alot of families there....alot of complete families i mean, it just irritated me as anger and sadness boiled deep inside my blood and guess what.... at 1:14pm i ran away far far away, away from my mum away from anywere that the police could check to find me...and now that im grown as i walk past the streets i still see poster's of me..missing... but i put that all aside and i stared putting all  the pieces together to find my dad...to know if he loved me... to know why he left this watch behind for me....to know if he cared to know who he really is.

Veronica say to her