The Ghost of  Junior Year

The Ghost of Junior Year

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Ugh...I totally did not sign up for this. How the hell do you go from the pretty, perfect, popular girl to the girl who is now deceased and only to find out nobody liked her guts when she was alive. After passing away, I was sentenced to enternity in hell and the only way to prove that i wasnt the big and bad, snotty popular girl anymore I was in highschool, is to make the world a 'better place' ( help a loser gain popularity). Id rather burn in hell for eternity...but then again red and orange flames are totally not my color....
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I'm about to tell you a story about a girl. A normal girl. A girl that had no cares in the world, until her trust for it was stripped away. When you read her story, you'll find yourself trusting her, loving her, rooting for her. But you see, not everyone gets to trust the world. Not everyone has a happy ending. --- Halfway through the kiss however, his attitude changed; instead of being a loving embrace, it became a fierce trap. His grip on her waist tightened, trapped her where she was instead of simply holding her where he wanted her. The hand in her hair grabbed a section of it, enforcing his demand for her not to go anywhere. Before she knew what was happening, he left go of her hair, and pushed her to the ground. She gasped, suddenly able to breathe. He stood up and walked over to her. He placed a soft hand on her cheek, just like he used to when he was telling her how special she was to him. None of the emotion was there this time however, all she could feel radiating from his was rage. "You shouldn't have run off, babe," he said bitterly. "I was about to show you how much I loved you. Instead, I now have to show you what happens when you anger me." --- The men regarded her, before she was shoved to the ground and one produced a whip. There, laying broken on the floor, as the other girls watched, she was whipped. Slowly, she felt her skin breaking in time with her heart and her will.

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