I turn on the shower tap and take a step in. It wasn't the nicest shower, considering it was one of the school showers, but to be honest, I needed one. The water splashes my face, and runs down my body. I run my fingers through my tangled hair. It felt nice.
Once I finish I turn the tap off and grab my clothes, and put them on. I felt fresh and clean but my clothes smelt really bad. I exit the girls change room and guess who's waiting outside of the change room. Calvin. He looks into my eyes. "Oh, uh, sorry, I just wanted to make sure, you didn't escape or anything. Please don't think I'm a creep or something." He jokes. "I'll think your a creep when you actually come in the shower." I joke back. He laughs and scratches his head. He looks down at me (he was way taller than so he'll always look down at me) and observes my clothes. "Hey do you need some new clothes? My friend Masie, looks about to be your size, I can ask her if you can borrow some clothes."
"Sure, but is she like Brooke?" He laughs. "Nothing like Brooke, don't you worry."
"How old is she?"
"16. This was a very small school. It held kids from grade 6-12. We have a lot of kids of different ages here. I'm 17. I'm a survivor of this school, meaning I went to this school before."
"I'm 16."
"That's good that your around a lot of people's age around here. Okay, let's get going, you'll like her room."
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Cannibal Slayer
HorrorWhen zombies roam the earth, you trust no one. 16 year old Isabelle LeVine learns the hard way. She starts out alone, but soon understands there are still people out there. Good ones. Bad ones. Odd ones. She'll have to not only deal with the blood t...
