...The Friend That Should Be Dead

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Chloes pov

Me and Brandon are now walking down the empty halls of our massive school. Suddenly, Brandon stops and stares. I follow his dumbfounded stare, It is not possible. No she can't be here, no it is not possible. Shes dead, i killed her.

"Chelsey?" I say, confusion in my voice. She just smirks and nods. I start to smile wildly and run to her.

20 MINUTES LATER

"How are you here? I thought I killed you." I said still completely confused.

"Well technically, i am. But one of my old friends, was a witch and she knew that i would probably die. so she did a witchy spell thing and now I'm alive." she explained, smiling wildly.

"Oh Chelsey, this is my boyfriend Brandon. " I introduce Chelsey and Brandon, they do that awkward hi thing.

1 hour later

Chelsey and Brandon are back at mine. Finally my aunt has left, little party time. I look in the cupboard and find a bottle of Vodka, this will be a party. I walk in the lounge, with the bottle and 3 shot classes.

The Next Day

Chelsey s pov

I ve just woken up and it is 12 pm. Chloe and Brandon stayed in Chloes bedroom last night, I decided to have a nose around.

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