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Haunted (In Editing)
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    Tempo 1h 8m
Concluída, Primeira publicação em out 28, 2016
My name is Clarissa, I am thirteen. My life is a horror story, you wouldn't understand until you read on. Someone was after me, I didn't know why me at first.

My friends and I were at the Halloween Fest  on Halloween when I received a call to go home, that's where I found my parents dead...

I was given to my Aunt Millie along with my sister, it was a big house, in the woods far off the GPS. It was creepy, the chilly wind would always blow. But I soon find out the truth...
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High School. A virtual hell to every pimple covered, greasy haired, knowledge loving kid who walks the halls of the institution. Only a very proud few manage to rise among the ranks to become "the cool kids," snagging the lucky fate of living the best years of their lives up through the twelfth grade. We'll just not tell them what happens after they graduate. In ten years, when the kid the football team swirlied is their boss, they'll realize that it probably would have been better to not be cool when they were teens. But that doesn't matter now. Why you ask? I'll tell you. My name is Bridge, which isn't short for Bridgette, if you were wondering. My parents were assholes when they were younger, I guess. It could have been worse; at least I'm not a piece of fruit or an airline. Unique names can kiss my little undead butt. Oh yeah, that. I'm also dead. No need to apologize—it's not your fault, unless you're the pile of crap who murdered me. If so, could you fill me in on what happened? I'd really like to know how my life ended. The last thing I remember is going out for a milkshake and then, poof! I was here. Where is here, you ask? If you ask any of the adults, it's Harrison's Preparatory Institution for the Gifted and Unknown. If you ask any of the students, it's Hell Hall. That's right, bitches; high school is now back in session.