Man the bite on my neck is killing me. I need to get home soon. I finally got home at three o'clock in the morning. To think this all happened because I was helping my friends fight a gang. And to think the guy I helped get out of there bit me on my neck and than drank my blood. Which is creepy as hell. Right?
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What Use To Be and What It Is Now
Teen FictionSo this is my first story that I have let people read and I would love to hear feedback from you all it will be much appreciated by myself and I can make it more interesting for you guys so please comment on it. This is about a boy how wants to prot...
