As the car continues to drift down the road, screams of the damned could be heard in the distance.
"Zoe?"
One can be heard now...
"Zoe?!"
Oh, no. False alarm. Just Aunt Lisa, though most would still call her a demon.
"Hm?"
The brunette is broken out of her daze, combing the hair out of her eyes.
"I've been calling you for ages! Learn to answer when you're spoken to. Kids these days, I swear..." Lisa trails off, turning the car ignition. "We're here."
Zoe takes in her surroundings. She knows where she is, and she's not happy about it.
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This Strange Thing We Call Life
Teen FictionSaint Michael's School for the Mentally Ill: a boarding school for troubled teens, unable to function in the outside world. Full of people with many disorders ranging from eating to personality and everything in between. In dorm 406 sleeps a girl, b...
