The Bones to Nowhere

The Bones to Nowhere

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Beaumont Greene was the weird kid in my fourth period class who sat next to the window and put his feet on water fountains. No one thought he would turn into the dead guy in our small town, but when he did his diary surfaced in my locker. Now all that's left of the boy I once knew is a diary, a pile of bones, and news coverage about his death. But I know Beaumont Greene, and his wandering soul will stick to his bones until I find out the truth.
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Blood

Everything about him was mysterious. His eyes had a cold blue color that held many stories inside of them. They held dark hidden secrets that I wished to know about. I thought he was beautiful in his own dark mysterious way. Every time we shared a glance, I would feel a cold shiver running up my spine. I would rub my arms with my hands. I would take deep breaths as my eyes would pour into his. I would get nervous as he would watch me like if I was his prey. I was slowly falling for him. The boy that I thought was nothing but normal yet unique in his own way. I loved everything about him. He made me believe that he was perfect. We were perfect. In our small town there was a killer murdering for revenge. He killed for reasons. He named himself, Blood. After killing his victims, he would write a message on the wall with their blood. Never would I ever think that I would fall in love with a cold blooded killer. He said that I was his weakness. He said that he loved me. He was different with me. No matter what, I will always love him no matter what he did or who he was. His name was Elliot Evergreen.

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