School of Hell

School of Hell

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Amy was adventurous, spunky, and intelligent. Drake was humorous, caring, and, at times, very reckless. The two loved each other very much. One would say they might even die for the other. The lovers would take many walks in the woods. But not enough to know it like the back of their hand. When taking an evening walk together, things go downhill very fast. The deeper into the forest, the more questions answered. And more questions left unanswered. Hey guys! This is my first story so I might be a little bit rusty on the grammar and everything. But I'll try my best not to misspell anything! Hope you guys enjoy!
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