Annie Of Extinction

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Annie woke up sweating, shaking, and with chills all at the same time. There was a sick feeling gnawing at her stomach. Annie's thick hair wast stuck to get forehead with her sweat, so she knew she must've been sweating for a while. It was as though she had been running for a long distance, her legs throbbing, and she was panting to catch her breath.
The room was silent, with the exception of her heaving breathing and her heart beating as though she was at one of her track meets running relay. Even though the room was quiet, Annie didn't feel like she was alone.
As she sniffed the air, it vaguely smelled of a lit match. Suddenly Annie didn't want to be in her room, which was her favorite room in the house. This was her "place of zen",or her "peaceful parlor" as she liked to refer to it, and she worked really hard decorating it and arranging it to her liking.
Most of her room decor she paid for herself, working odd jobs during the school year. During the summer she endured long hours of babysitting her neighbors' horrid children while they partied the night away with the neighborhood's worst influence--her mother.
"That must have been some freaking dream" Annie, whose real name was Anastasia, mumbled to herself.
Stretching and removing her quilt, Annie put one foot on the floor to go to the bathroom and wash the sticky sweat off her face. A quick ruffle in the corner of her room caught her attention.
Out of reflex, Annie jumped back on her bed and turned on her lamp.

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