Death knocking at my door

Death knocking at my door

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I moved to Vancouver for a better education because my stupid parents said I needed to, even though I'm at the top of my class. It was an old creepy house on a hill where I heard a knocking at my door every night exactly at 3am. I woke from the noise and saw a tall shadowy figure staring at me from my doorway, and as I stare closer at it, it disappears. Little did I know that I was living in the most haunted, old house in Vancouver. I really hope I don't die on my first night here, but at least the schools nice.
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I open the doors to my new school. Eager yet bored, since this has happened so many times in my life. Im so done with having to change schools. As i walk in, i find my locker and start putting my things inside. I grab my science textbook and folder, and get ready for a day like hell. I walk into my first hour and get stares from all types of people. A jock who i can tell is popular, gives me a grin. Like id want that. I sit down next to a brunett chick. She gives me a dirty look and chews her gum even louder. I look to my right and see a dark haired boy staring at me. "Way to come on strong" i thought. But thats not what he wanted at all.

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