Hey guys I wrote this book forever ago, I thought it was good at the time, but its complete trash, so if you want a book to read and laugh at, here you go.
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I look out my window, wanting to see the beautiful sunrise that usually is the only thing comes up at this early in the morning. Instead, I don't see anything beautiful. I see a torn down reminisce of my neighborhood. The little of the cars that are left are rusty and the usually busy neighborhood is nothing but barren.
What's going on?
Weird. I take another glance at my so-called neighborhood and see no-one. No, actually I see something.
Someone?
There's a half eaten body on the ground. Arms dragging themselves to any kind of sound it hears, intestines trailing behind its decaying body. I start to look around for a sign of anything helpful as I hear pounding on my door. I go downstairs to answer it, but before I open the door to see who it is I turn around and look through my mirror. I look different. I have long hair which is cut in a choppy manner. My face is slimmer and I look somewhat older. The pounding doesn't stop and it's starting to hurt my ears. The pain increasing and my ears throbbing, I cover my ears in attempt to block out the sound, but it only gets worse.It hurts too much. I scream. I can't take it anymore....
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I bolt up from my bed, sweat dripping all over my body. That dream. What was that? I guess it's nothing, it's probably just my imagination. People do say I have a big imagination anyways. I get up out of bed and walk to the bathroom to wash my face. Just to check if that wasn't real, i look up at the mirror straight in front of me to look at my appearance. I look exactly the same, ensuring that it was JUST a dream. A VERY realistic dream...... I shake my head to scramble my thoughts, and walk to the kitchen in my dorm.
I currently live alone because my roommate moved out about two weeks ago, and they've yet to give me another. Not that I'm complaining though, she always came home drunk and usually with guys who made loud sounds during their midnight rendevous. I'm not saying that I'm innocent or anything, but I don't bring guys home nearly every night. On those rare times I have a one night stand, but I at least have the decency to text her and ask if its okay if I bring them back to the dorm. Also the guys she brings home ate all of the food, I've almost punched one of them because I woke up and found them eating my Nutella. A plus for me that she moved out. Now that I don't have to wear a bra around the house.
My phone rings right next to me, jolting me out of my thoughts. I look at caller ID to see who called, and see that it's my mom. I pick up the phone and bring it to my ear, happy that she called me but also confused on the occasion.
"Hey mom, what's going on?" I ask, confused about her random call.
"I know you probably just woke up, so I wanted to tell you that University's cancelled."
"Wait why? What happened?"
"I'm not sure. The news channel said that schools all around the nation were canceled," she says.
"Oh ok. I guess I'll check it out then."
"Good idea." She admits, "I love you honey, have a nice day."
"You too, love you mom, bye."
And with that I hung up. I wonder what it is that's going on, oh well I need to go to the grocery store anyways. I decide to leave that for later and grab my car keys to go to buy myself some food.
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Hi everyone, I just wanna thank you for taking the time to read my story, even if you only read this chapter. This is my first book, so it's pretty bad, but I'm working on it ;). If you want me to update more often just go ahead and press that star and vote. See you next chapter. Love you all, BYE! p.s. If you're wondering what the '*' symbol meant it either is a time skip scene change, change in point of view, or all, it'll usually be obvious which one.
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