It was the second of June, exactly twenty-two o'clock, when Nina got out of bed and, as usual, pushed poor Plato to the floor, ran to the bathroom and, putting her hand under the water, saw that the star had become huge and covered her entire palm.
Black as hell.. she was never like that.
"A black star...a danger sign." What should I do?" , he thought. Frightened, she rushed into Aunt Carmen's room, who hugged her tightly and dabbed her hand with cotton soaked in rose water. Plato meowed desperately and climbed down from the closet, while Adonis barked and pawed at the front door as if to get out. Carmen did not know how to calm Nina and the animals. It seemed like all hell broke loose that night. It was true, hell was here. Everywhere. You could feel it in the air.
The publication is optional reading for the eighth grade