A Frightful First Date

A Frightful First Date

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***Shayla's POV*** "So what did you call me for?" I asked. "I think I came up with a way to cheer Ivy up. It's a little crazy but it might work." "Girl, spill. What is it?" "We're going to set her up on a blind date. That's sure to help her get over Brad." "Oh my gosh, Mindy! Yes! Ivy will be so happy!" "Shhh!" Mindy said unexpectedly while her index finger was pressed upon hrer lips. She peeped in the room quickly, then continued, "You're getting too loud. She's gonna hear us." ~~~ Ivy is suffering from an unexpected breakup. Her best friends decide to cheer her up by setting her up on a blind date and refuse to tell her anything about the person except that he is one of a kind. This story is inspired by the "A Frightful First Date" prompt in the "Contests and Writing Prompts" book on Wattpad's "Horror" page. I wrote this when my username still started with "N" (you'll understand if you read the prompt). I plan on doing a sequel using a new creature.
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