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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The "Please..." I hear her whimper and I go into full panic mode. "Calm down, okay? Deep breaths. Don't hang up. I'll be with you soon. Where are you?" I rush as I grab the car key sitting on the glass table. I run into the garage with my dad behind me. "What do you need?" Dad asks "A room. A big one." He runs back inside as I hear her voice again. "Basement...blood...Elle..." I hear sounds of movement in the background and connect the dots. Elle's bleeding, or something... "Deep breaths baby, deep breaths. It's okay, you're okay" I murmur reassuring words to her, thankful that there's no traffic. Several thoughts run through my mind as I drove to her house. The last time we spoke, she could barely stand me, but now she's calling me. I feel kinda used, but now's not the time to think about that. I reach her house in a matter of minutes and shove the door open. The house is quiet, save for my heavy breathing and footsteps. I reach the basement and take in the sight in front of me. Blair cradles her brutally beaten-up sister in her lap as she rocks herself back and forth blinking very frequently. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Currently being edited Look out for cringe worthy typos and plot loopholes

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