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The First One [ON HOLD]
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She glanced at the new kid from across the room. His messy hair seemed to shine in the soft light from the window behind him. As he doodled in his notebook, she watched his beautiful hazel eyes dart up and down the paper. The moment she saw him, she knew. This was going to be the first person she killed.
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My Teddy
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The school was normal until the new kids came...thats where it all started the drama..
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