Grave Decisions

Grave Decisions

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So... I'm going to be writing a chapter book. Most of the chapters are going to be small. This is the basic theme of the story. Hope you enjoy reading it!!! This is a story about a 14 year old girl who has the most wild imagination ever. She decides to write a book that puts some of her imagination into words. Her story's theme is given below. Ana used to be a normal girl. until one day she gets a text from an unknown number.... Ana, like a normal, unaware person, answered those texts... Tsk tsk tsk. Bad idea.... This random texter soon becomes much more than just a number and a message on a phone screen.. Be with Ana on her journey to find out not only who her stalker is.. But to find out who she is... And how she has to deal with Grave Decisions...
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-Blake- Rose stands not too far in front of the ring looking at me, her face is pale and my gut twists in ways it never has. She shouldn't be here, why the hell is she here? My hands drop to my side, the victorious feeling once flowing through me is replaced with one of dread. She saw me fighting. ------- -Rose- "Alright. Time for you to go." He says. I feel the pull on my arm as he tries to take me away but my feet feel like they are glued to the ground as I continue to look at Blake. He has a little smirk on his face as he looks over the crowd. A look so completely different than any of the ones I saw the other day. Then our eyes meet, and his smirk drops. He drops his hands that were just held high in victory and looks at me like he's seeing a ghost. The guard pulls harder on my arm and I go flying back into his chest. "Listen here, I don't want to manhandle you, so do as I fucking say. Move." He growls as he pushes me into the crowd of celebrating people. I do what he says and start walking towards the exit, but I look over my shoulder one last time before I'm too far in the crowd to see anything. Blake's hands are fisted by his side and his face is red with anger, his eyes are focused on the hands that are on me pushing me away from him. ----- I am the original owner of this book, please do not copy. Strong language and themes of abuse, mental illness and violence. I don't own any of the pictures used in this story. #1 in alone 11/23/21 #1 in strong 11/30/21 #2 in boxing 4/19/22 #1 in goodgirl 5/8/22 #1 in fighting 5/19/22

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