Death Rose

Death Rose

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Another chapter comes to boggle Ashley's life. Shes's finally turning eighteen and she is finally going to be free. Free to start a new life, find someone to settle with, build a family, find a home, and live happily. But little does she know, things can turn around unexpectedly. Happy can be sad, fun can become boring, love can become hatred, and life can become Death? All seventeen red roses were given; except for the last one. The rose that her dead dad should be giving her. The rose that Ashley thought she will never get, is given to her. She stood in silence and her face went blank. A pin drop can be heard from every corner of the room until the silence was broken by her voice asking... "Why is it black?"
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Hell Hall

High School. A virtual hell to every pimple covered, greasy haired, knowledge loving kid who walks the halls of the institution. Only a very proud few manage to rise among the ranks to become "the cool kids," snagging the lucky fate of living the best years of their lives up through the twelfth grade. We'll just not tell them what happens after they graduate. In ten years, when the kid the football team swirlied is their boss, they'll realize that it probably would have been better to not be cool when they were teens. But that doesn't matter now. Why you ask? I'll tell you. My name is Bridge, which isn't short for Bridgette, if you were wondering. My parents were assholes when they were younger, I guess. It could have been worse; at least I'm not a piece of fruit or an airline. Unique names can kiss my little undead butt. Oh yeah, that. I'm also dead. No need to apologize—it's not your fault, unless you're the pile of crap who murdered me. If so, could you fill me in on what happened? I'd really like to know how my life ended. The last thing I remember is going out for a milkshake and then, poof! I was here. Where is here, you ask? If you ask any of the adults, it's Harrison's Preparatory Institution for the Gifted and Unknown. If you ask any of the students, it's Hell Hall. That's right, bitches; high school is now back in session.

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