The Angle in Disguise
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MatureOngoing7m
Last published Thu, Jul 12, 2018
This is my story.. the story of Damian White, 18 years of age, in my senior year of high school. One Sunday night, I was out with a few friends driving back to my house after being at the movies; however, out of nowhere, a truck hit us sending us all off the bridge in a crushed hunk of metal...... The next morning I woke up to my alarm clock ringing, like normal. Assuming it was a dream, I got up and got dressed for school. I didn't see his parents, which I thought was strange. It didn't really bother me though, so I walked to school, following my normal routine. However.. something happened out of my normal routine. I had noticed a boy following me. The boy had whitish grayish hair and blue eyes. After a few minutes, I ended up confronting him, and he pretended like he didn't know what I was talking about. As well as that, he decided to make conversation and tell me his name.. it was conscience. Something is different about this boy.. but what? Should I be scared? Worried? Or should I just befriend this strange boy? what should I do..
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