Walking out to the car, something felt different, it felt strange, I looked around thinking I was being watched, but no one was there. I walked a little faster to the car *ruffle ruffle* I turned around and looked at the bushes, they sounded like they were moving. I walked closer to them and a breeze of cold air rushed through my body, hair on my arms and legs stood, my finger tips curled, something had to be going on. I ran to the car in fear of being hurt or kidnapped. "MOM START THE CAR SOMEONE IS WATCHING ME!" I yelled opening the door to our 1960 Jeep. "Oh hush Samantha no one is watching you now you go home and go to your room!" "But mom!" "Samantha that is enough! Its always something with you! Stop trying to distract me to get out of trouble I know what your doing" Mom yelled. After she said that I decided to keep quiet the rest of the way home. She obviously doesn't care what I say, she wouldn't care if someone were to run out of those creepy bushes and hurt me or kidnapp me. She doesn't care.
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Good Girls Dont Die
Chick-Lit13 year old Samantha Grenich, is a good girl in her 8th grade middle school class. After meeting the love of her life, and the loss of her younger brother, Samantha finds out the truth about death.
