Ciste-r-hood.

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It all began when me and my friend, Ashlynn were sitting in her room. I was getting dressed into my Christmas tree jumper, whilst Ashlynn was placed, calmly on the pristine windowsill, dazing into a memorizing distance. As I finished posing in the mirror, I noticed Ashylynn. Confused and troubled as I was, I walked over to her. She said to me; "Brook, look at this.." I had no idea what it was. 

"What is it?" I say. She turns to look at me and walks away from the window. She closes it tight.       "I have no idea. It looks like a girl.." Ashlynn was right. It was a girl. We've never seen her before. She wears a ragged white dress, dirt dripping down from it. "She must of come out of the pond..." I suggested. Ashlynn nodded and continued staring...

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