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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In "Dealing with the Devil" Y/N finds herself stalked and partnered with an enigmatic classmate known as "the Devil" for tutoring. As their sessions progress, Y/N uncovers dark secrets about her stalker's identity and their sinister connection. With tension mounting, she must navigate treacherous waters to uncover the chilling truth before it's too late. ___________ "When the mind fixates singularly on an obsession, becoming deeply enamored, what transpires when that fixation fades? Does it relegate you to the shelf among its other prized possessions, or does it casually discard you? I've never experienced such intense love for something, and I doubt I ever will, but I ponder how often this cycle of obsession repeats itself-" As my fingers danced across the keyboard, crafting words, a sudden message materialized on my computer screen. "I won't ever throw you away. Why are you writing about me like this?" A chill ran down my spine. Had he hacked into my computer? Attempting to continue typing, my efforts were futile; it was as if my computer had frozen. "Why are you doing this?" I exclaimed aloud in frustration, my fingers tapping the keys relentlessly. Suddenly, my computer shut down abruptly. I slammed my hands onto the desk, emitting a frustrated groan. The overwhelming emotions made me feel on the verge of tears. "I just love you too much," the message declared across my darkened screen.

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