Some time in 2001
I felt a burning tear sliding down my red cheeks as I looked in the mirror. How could I be this ugly? I thought.
Why did I turn out to be born in a family that was hated.
I looked in the mirror trying to think of something positive about my body.I'm not going to school tomorrow. It will be hell again. I'm terrified to the core: everyone keeps calling me a witch. This is because of my unnatural hair colour.
I was born with unmistakable white hair which isn't as fun. Everyone calls me a witch. The only people that actually like me for who I am are my best friends. One of my friends dyed their hair green to show me its fine to be different. I really appreciated that.
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Kill Count
HorrorWhen a group of friends get hunted down to be part of the contest, their nightmares come to life as they kill and slaughter their way to safety...