⚡Cracked⚡

⚡Cracked⚡

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They say that when a person has been murdered; their earthbound spirit would find one of the last people they saw and curse their face with cracks until they help them find the killer. Or they haunt them viciously until they get their justice and in a turn of unfortunate events, that's exactly what my ex-best friend Bonnie Hendrix did to me on the night of her disappearance. I am not the reason why she disappeared; that much I know is true, but what can you do when you have no recollection of that night, and everyone suspects that you're the reason she's gone? *************** Do not steal my work! This story and the idea of this story solely belongs to me. If you do steal or even attempt to try, the darkest of bad juju will go your way ^.^
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Friendship is something to be valued and if one should ever feel betrayed in any relationship as tender as friendship their rationality blows out the window. Generation after generation have skipped the curse bestowed upon all females that have a particular type of blood coursing through their veins...running from the twisted curse that had been coerced by anger through a friendship has now left eleven year old Christain and her mother at odd ends Getting a wake up call in the middle of the night and having to pack everything and run without a given reason at the age of five sucks. I'm eleven now, after finding out I'm possessed by an unkillable witch we're on the move again but to add a twister to this entire fiasco, my father is standing at our front door with my mother's boyfriend limp at his feet. Secrets kill any relationship...

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