Don't listen to her. the death was instant, they said. but you can still smell the rot and shit, the smell of the car. Stop listening to her. the mans pulpy remains, the brain stuck in your hair. he was going too fast. She won't stop speaking, taunting. now here you are, in your grandmothers apartments ready to start anew. The two boys intrigue you, but will they be like every other male you have met? will they run their fingers up your spine, whisper sweet nothings- that make you want to vomit? hopefully, you can wash away your past. like that of writing in the sand; cleansed by the sea.

You, (Y/N) (L/N), lived normally, worked normally, didn't fit in normally. It was the usual, you sat with your only friend, (F/N). But what no one knew, was that every boy that ever walked foot in this school you crushed on. It isn't your fault that they're hot or cute! Then Sally Face walked in, the mysterious boy with a mask. As he introduced himself, your face heat up. You felt an odd aura as chills went down your back. Maybe this could be the one.