Okay I know that all you hate these but please read this. I want you to comment, the reason why is because when you give me your opinion on what I should do better it helps me write better for you and i want to write the best I can. If you think I am taking things to fast then go ahead and tell me to slow down, if I am moving to slow then tell me to move faster. If I made the phantom to much of a softie tell me. I want to know these things because before you turn away I want to see if I can fix that and see if you like it. I know I'm not the best writer I have my flaws; every person who writes does so please please cut me some slack. This is the first story I have ever written and I really am trying. Please and thank you.
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"Hannah"
"Hannah"
"HANNAH!" I nearly jumped out of my seat from the voice yelling out my name. My head snapped to my right to see my friend Blake looking at me an impatient look on his face. I frowned at him with a slight glare, my bottom lip jutting out slightly.
"What the hell, why did you yell my name?" He rolled his eyes and pointed out the front window.
"It's your stop" My eyes followed the length of his arm to the tip of his finger and out the window
To see the familiar 4 ways stop, feeling my face getting hot, I picked up my book bag and slung it over my right shoulder and hurried off the bus. I adjusted my bag over both shoulders and walked down the street softly humming Music Of The Night to myself. I turned left onto Rybolt and finished humming so I sung Wishing You Were Here Again. Looking both ways I switched to the right side of the street before coming to a stop in front of my mail box checking in side for any mail, I closed it after a second deciding the mail had not come yet and skipped up to the house and fell... I'm warning you...Never skip on ice it hurts like a bitch. I checked the door to see if it was locked and was able to open up the door with ease. I walked in, closed the door, and set my bag down under the coffee table. I took my coat off and put it on the hook along with my purse. I walked to the base of the stairs and listened closely waiting for any sound from up above. I heard nothing, they must be out. My dad's truck was gone and my mom's car was gone so I was home alone.
2 hours later
I was sprawled out on the couch watching Criminal Minds. Some man was burning his victims alive and they were interviewing a black woman about her husband's kidnapping. I brought up the info box and saw it was Devils Night episode 6 seasons 6.
"Alright, think about last night...you and Tony went to the Halloween festival in Greektown. What time was it?" Agent Rossi said.
"Uh, around 9:30" she replies
"Crowded?"
"Yeah, uh, there was drums and loud music, some people wore costumes. Tony and I went to the festival every year. We actually met there when we were in high school. But this year we decided not to dress up."
My front door burst open and my dad rushed in crying out bloody murder and profanities at the snow. I just stared at him for a few second with a blank expression before I busted out laughing.
"Who are you laughing at?" My dad asked me with a frown on his face.
"You" I said with a giggle. He rolled his eyes at me and stomped his feet on the rug to get the snow off and put his stuff up and sat on the couch. He looked at me
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