This is the first page of MY part of the book and I hope you like it! Remember, this is only my first page, not the whole first chapter.
Chapter 1- New York
The sun slowly sinks down below the New York skyscrapers in the distance. The sky is streaked bright orange and red, resembling the hue of blood. My skin tingles as I take in everything around me. I love dawn and dusk, the time of the day where you can observe the battle between the sun and the sky for the prize of light and dark.
Darkness spreads over the sky, causing my bigger fears to pull me towards the door. I take one last glance towards the gleaming New York skyline, then turn away. I prick my finger on the door needle, wincing as I do so, and press my slightly bleeding finger up to the keypad. Years of practice tell me where exactly to position my finger so the pad reads it correctly. I feel a tingling sensation on my finger as the keypad reads my blood DNA for recognition. Lovingly, the doors creak open for me.
I close the doors behind me and flick the light switch on the left side. The living room lights up, inviting me into its warm, ancient comfort.
My sister and I have lived in this house together since our parents turned into Nightmares, and before that even. This house has been owned by our ancestors for hundreds of years. It is surrounded by trees, sits at the base of a very tall hill, has seven acres, and is in the Staten Island borough. Our hill is so tall that we can easily see the skyline of Brooklyn and the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge if we have the strength to even make it all the way up.
Coming across the granite floor, moaning and whining, is my pet Sorrow, Bunbun. I found my dog Sorrow digging through my shoe closet one morning, chewing on my favorite Vans, and he looked so lonely I decided to keep him and name him Bunbun.
Sorrows are not actually animals. They are lost human souls that take the form of animals or items. They are completely dark, shadow-like. You can see through them in sunlight and they don't eat, drink, or use the bathroom. I treat Bunbun like a human (besides the name) because that is what he once was.

Oh! I absolutely loved this, would you please be kind enough to write more. It seems as if all the nit picks have been done. That's a good thing, I don't fair well in nitpicking, in fact, I need to be nit-picked. *excessive laughter*