My graphic design class was nice and it was at nine at night and lasted an hour.
I stole the thermometer from my mother's cabinet in the bathroom.
120 degrees Fahrenheit.
I should be dead!
I grasped the sink to keep from falling over.
It had been a week since my class began and each day it felt hotter and hotter.
I wiped sweat from my brow and I cleaned the thermometer putting away.
I couldn't go to anyone with this.
I disconnected to the vampires when I moved.
I passed out.
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ParanormalWhat happens when your best friend saved your life by giving up his, but there's a catch. He will come back, just not entirely alive. But something went wrong with Charlie. He's been in the hospital for over a year before his parents decide to pull...
