And there I was, in the third row watching the new horror movie that came out instead of spending the day with someone I care about. Valentine's day showed no real purpose to me. The origination wasn't exactly happy. My phone has suddenly vibrated in my back pocket. I jumped at first and pulled it out. It was mom, asking me if I has asked that girl out in my class Alice. "Yes" I lied, and quickly put my phone back in my pocket. A couple of minutes later it had rung again and this time I was annoyed. "Did you get her anything?" mom had texted. I thought for a second then said "I'll tell you about it when I get home." Great, now I have an hour and a half to come up with a fake story.
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Hunted Puppets
HorrorI have hidden my entire life. The only thing that I was open to was horror; phenomenons- things that couldn't be explained. The thing is monsters suffer too, and eventually my theory lead to madness. Until I became a phemomenon.
