I met this person today.... She said her name was Savanna, she was nice and everything, but she felt. Like she knew things, like she was kind of awkward In a word... Not socially ... But mentally, she smiled and said with a happy tone, "can I have some color for a project I'm doing?" I happily agreed and said I would get her some colored pencils, she denied them and said she needed somthing, somthing more. I tilted my head to the side softly, she smiled wildly pulling somthing out from behind her, it seemed like a needle but I couldn't make it out exactly. I just smiled as she put a hand on my shoulder and I felt a sharp pain In my side and all went black
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Color pt 1
HorrorA story about a young girl and a boy, but in the end. One is just using the other.