Chapter 26 - The End

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**BEFORE READING**

ONE MORE CHAPTER UNTIL THE BOOK ENDS AHHH I CAN'T BTW IT IS NOVEMBER LATE NOVEMBER IN THE BOOK SO YEYEYEY BOIZ

DON'T FORGET TO FOLLOW/ADD/comment

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**Savannah's POV**

As Usual, I'm in school like always, but Thanksgiving break is in three and a half weeks. At least I'll have something to look forward too. A smile spreads across my face as I'm writing down the notes. The Civil war, my favorite topic in history. 

My mind goes blank for a second and I rub my eyes. I look down at my notes, I've been writing to much and my head hurts. I place my pencil down and my head. 

More notes great. I pick my head back up and continue writing.

Write, Write, Write.

More Writing, great. 

The bell rings finally. I head off to English my favorite of all classes, and I trudge along the sidelines of the crowds going from class to class. I pop up into my English class and take a seat. Mrs. Herold gets her planner out and sits at her desk.

People are arriving to class but it looks so empty; some people like to come in late. The bell rings and everyone is seated and ready to go. Mrs. Herold gets up from her desk and starts writing on the whiteboard.

The class is staring at her waiting for directions.

"Well, don't just sit there and stare at me get to writing the lesson, I'll be grading your stories Friday morning. Get to work." Mrs. Herold says as she takes her seat and gets to writing herself. Emily walks in and looks my way. She walks over to my desk and sits next to me; she smiles and leans over.

"what's the lesson plan?" Emily whispers to me. Some girls look over at our direction and give us rude stares.

"We're writing horror stories I guess, but I have no ideas," I whisper back. Emily's face lights up. 

"I have the best idea, for you ms. author" Emily says. A smile spreads across my face, and Emily looks back at me.

"so we should make it about us," Emily says quietly my eyes widen. I gasp and smile at her.

"thanks em, you're the best! I got a great idea!," I say quietly I move back to my desk and start writing.

"Spss Savannah what are you writing about anyway?,"

"My Dead best friend.," 

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QOTD: "The absence of alternatives clears the mind marvelously." - Henry Kissinger

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edited: 12/20/17 

-TWW17



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