Bound by Blood

Bound by Blood

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Sep 1, 2021
It was like pieces of my memory were missing. I felt like something bad had happened last night while I was at the party. There were two puncture wounds on my neck and I was not sure where they had come from. For some reason, I could not get this strangers face out of my head. Tall, blond and green eyes. Beautiful. God like. I could not remember what happened after I left the party. I knew it was not good. That was when the T.V caught my attention. The reporter was reporting on a local teens death. I felt my heart sink. Had I done this? And who was this handsome stranger who seemed to be imprinted in my brain?
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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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