I hate creepers.
They crawl up the walls, not bothered about where they go or what they touch.
And ivy. It scares me. I've been worried, since a little kid, that it would creep into my room one night, through my window, and strangle me. Twist itself around my neck. They're scary plants that seem to have a mind of their own, seem to do what they want.
You probably think I'm being childish seeing as I'm 15 but it is just a general fear I've always had to deal with. It is not just literally that I'm talking about. Metaphorically too. Think of them as bad memories or secrets that you don't like to think about but they haunt your mind when it comes to night time and you want to go to sleep.
That's why I don't like creepers or ivy.
They're like vines. They grasp at your ankles and pull you back, back to places you wished and hoped that you wouldn't have to revisit, back to do things that you don't wish to relive.
I would know.
I've gone through it all before.
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Bí ẩn / Giật gân6 friends. 6 secrets. 1 choice. Tell or run. Tell. They'll find you. Run. They'll find you. L a u g h, you're having f u n. 6 friends. 6 secrets. 1 survivor. ***** Side note: Each chapter in this book is written by a different character's P.O.V and...
