Spawn of Satan

Spawn of Satan

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I am already condemned to hell, I may as well continue to be the spawn of satan my father has thought of me to be. Never have I thought of the consequences of the every sensational craving I fulfilled. I always found interest and power in controlling the thin line of life or death. Condemned to hell I am and condemned to hell I will be.
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Today is my first day of a new school , I'm so happy that I didn't think anything could go wrong......but it did because life's a bitch . I was walking the hallways with my stuff that I got from the guidance office and I bump into a wall....no, not a wall....a living, breathing human . "Watch where you're going." He angrily muttered . I knew that voice anywhere. I looked up and saw him there, he stood tall in black jeans and a white t-shirt, staring at the ceiling . "Well, well, well, hello asshole." I said, glaring up at him. His eyes widened. "What the fuck are you doing here?!" He asked me. "Apparently bumping into you." I said. "I hate you!" He said. "So do I, but you know what they say... actions speak louder than words." I said punching him square in the face. He fell down holding his jaw. "I hope it hurt." I said. Then I casually walked away like nothing ever happened, hiding my bruised hand in my jacket pocket. [COMPLETED]

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