SHE DEvIL

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SHE DEvIL

As I looked at the Clock it seemed to almost hypnotize me. The sound it made was like a someone's staring into your soul. Now I might just be, ughh what's the word mad or at least you can say that. That's what some people would say I was "mad" but what does mad even mean. I'm not out of my mind or Atleast not the way I see it but youll think I am after reading this.

- Chapter one -
I was sitting on the couch doing my homework being just any kind of normal kid but I'm not a normal kid. I like things that other kids like and I'm fascinated with a lot of things that other kids are fascinated with bbbuuuutttt I like death a lot. If death was a profession I'll get a masters degree. Kids at school think I'm weird and strange but I am NOT. I'm just like you I just like different things. You can't tell me thinking about somebody sitting or laying in a coffin doesn't make you giggle a little bit. Now that just might be me but we are always growing up with a death. Cinderella, her stepmother wanted her to die she just didn't want to go to jail. See so instead they make her their slave and don't tell me her stepsisters didn't want to hurt her torture her in a way. I mean just think about it we grew up with Cinderella, sleeping beauty which was also all about death this old lady wanted sleeping beauty to sleep forever which practically is dying so she poisoned her. There is no nice fairytale they just portray it to be nice.
"AAAHHH" I heard in the room beside me.
" what?"
"There's a spider on my wall" said my 16 year old sister
"Wow, Such a baby" I said as I killed the spider with my finger.
"you know you can try being nice to me"
"I'd rather not, To much work" I said as I walked out.
"YOU'LL REGRET IT ONE DAY!" She said as I walked down the hallway into the kitchen.
She was right.