Days Lost
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A high school kid named Jay Radars stayed home from school one day. When he was watching the news he saw a picture of his school and that something bad was happening. He took off running to his school to find his, friends. When he got there there was body everywhere. He found his, friend Quin's dead body by the stairs getting eaten by his own "girlfriend". He took off running and ending up falling on the floor. He saw a shadow in front of him so he looks up to see a person holding a knife. That person was named Aaron Heart. Jay took his hand and ran down the school halls to find his friend Percy looked in the locker. They all took off running out of the school to his brother's school. (-_-)
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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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