MY SCARY DORMITORY

MY SCARY DORMITORY

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I sat in the bench, waiting for my best friend who will be my accompany for finding dorms. " I'm here! sorry for waiting too long" " Hahaha it is just ok. :)" After a Long period of time finding a dorm , finally there was a dorm in Mudstone Street. I took it and will start to live there. Inside the dorm... "Krrrrshhh!" what was that sound creeping in my door? It was like a cat scratching the door. I decided to open it , but their was no one there. I closed it again but again i heard it again. Im starting to get nervous. "Who was that?" "Hel-p-p-p" an bursly old woman voice was answered me. "Are you a human?" "Hel-p-p-p" "Ah okay. I will open the door to help you" but when I open it , I saw a bloody and scary heavy old white faces of woman with a rope on her neck lying itself at my door. *********** I shout and shout. "Wahhhhhhhhh!" A guard ran goes to me and help me to get me out in this scary dormitory.
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New town. New identity. Same crazy. I love it!!! (insert enthusiastic voice ) (cough, cough) Not!! I hate it. I hate having to to hide who I am. But to protect the civilians and my new home from being destroyed like my last ones, I have obey the leader's rule. No matter if I do disapprove. But all of that changes when I meet, more like bump into someone who's special. ... DOOR OPENS. "Naomi Satchel!" my mother yells as she comes blaring through the doors. "Yes?" I say as I still lie under the covers. My mother pulls my cover from my body and tosses it on the floor. I quickly sit up in my bed and glare at her. "Get your ass up now you have half an hour left before your first-period starts and you better not be late," she demands. "Mom, this isn't my school. This isn't my home. I don't want to go." I whine and beg my mother at the same time to let me stay home. What was I thinking? My mom has an image to uphold being this perfect mother who loves and cares about her little baby girl. We both know the truth. Until a few years ago, I never even knew she existed. She and my father both agreed to send me here because they couldn't stand the fact that I fell in love with a black boy. Although neither of them would ever admit, that's the only reason why I know of her. I don't want to attend a school where I'm going to have to forsake who I truly am just to fit into their liking. How can I explain that to my mom when she sees everything to be black and white.

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