Story 1: Can You Hear Me

Story 1: Can You Hear Me

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17 year old highschool student Rose Baker, lives in a world where supernatural things are very real. From Vampires and Witches to Ghosts and Goblins, they have it all. Not everyone knows about this or can see all the creatures though, however Rose can and is very conscious of this fact, she is always on the lookout and is very careful. On her first day of school she meets a boy and he knows her name without her telling him. She thinks he has mind reading ability somehow and tests out trying to scream in her head for him to get out and he seems to react.... Pure Coincidence? Perhaps... or not.
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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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