Savior
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Paranormal
The sky was like it was covered in a thin sheet of ice and snow. Everything was white. If you looked around, you could barely make out what was in front of you. That night had been extra snowy. People had been advised to stay inside. The snow was over ten inches tall, and the snow continued to fall in thick snowflakes. The weather was terrible, you could freeze to death being out there for only twenty minutes. That didn't matter to Stormy though. She had to get out. It was another one of those times where the feud began between her and her step father, John. That was the night he went too far... Read how Stormy, a fourteen year old girl trying to make it through her abusive life, almost loses her life, causing her to come into contact with a not so, maybe so cruel vampire.
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.

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