♡ Hollie's POV ♡
When I arrived, I looked up at the huge school. I exhaled and stepped in. The chaos was similar to a herd. Of rhinoceroses. In a stampede. I shoved my way through people, and made my way to home room. When I got to home room, a big, meaty football player came up to me and said, "Hey baby. Did it hurt when you fell? From heaven?" I rolled my eyes. His hot foggy breath cascaded over my face, but I ignored it and replied, "How original. Can you get out of my way now, pit bull?" He cursed under his breath and exited. I sat my stuff down and prepared for my long, boring day.
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Omg, sorry for such the short chapter! I just got that feeling, like, "That's the PERFECT END.' You know? 3rd chapter coming soon (っ◕‿◕)っ♥
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Don't talk to strangers
Mystery / ThrillerSure, you wave at strangers. Sometimes you occasionally say your hellos, but that's all. Why? Because, as a child, you were told not to talk to strangers. But what happens when strangers talk to you?
