"AAAAAHHHH!!!!" i bolt upright, clutching my side. "Chill out bro!" someone tells me. i look around wildly trying to find the speaker. sitting in a chair in the corner of the room a girl. it takes me a second to recognize her. "hey... youre the girl who called the cops huh?" "yup... my names Anastasia." "why did you save me?" i asked her. "Huh?" "most people just turn and look the other way cuz im.... different. so why did you help me?" i whispered. "cuz i know what you are" she replied. "What do u mean?" i asked. "u said your different right? by 'different' you mean wiccan, right?" i feel all the color drain from my face "w-who told you?" i asked shakily. "no one... i can sense it. im wiccan too." "Really? ive never seen you around..." "thats cause i just moved here" she replies, with a hint of sadness in her voice. she seems lost in her thoughts and im about to ask her where shes from, but she looks up suddenly and says "Anyways! the doctors say you should be outta here tonight. you heal up really fast" i look at my side and see the gash that i had is just an angry red scar. "oh yeah... ive always been a quick healer..." i say quietly. "well i gotta go get something to eat... u want something?" she asks. "sure..." she gets up and starts walking towards the door. "WAIT!" i yell. she stops "what?" "how long have u been here?" i ask. " since 11 last night when you were addmited. i came in with you and staayed here the whole time." "what time is it now?" i ask, bewildered. " its almost 8 at night" she replies. "now do you want to eat or not?" she says with a smile on her face. for a second im too stunned to reply. "ummm.... y-yeah, that would be great. thanks!" "your welcome" she says as she walks out the door.
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"hey... u still awake?" i hear a voice say. "HUH?!?!?" i wake up with a start. "sorry... didnt mean to scare you" Anastasia says quietly. "i got your food" she sets the bag of fast food down next to me. "th-thank you" i stammer. "no problem... why do u always stutter?" she asks me with a smile "am i just that ugly?" "actually.... its the oppisite." i whisper, almost inaudible. she stops for a second and looks at me in a strange way. "what?" i ask. "its nothing" she says quietly. "ill tell u some other time..."
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The journey of Damon
Teen Fictionthis is a story about a guy named Damon and his stuggles with being the only one in his family that practices Wicca, being "different", bullying, and self harm....
