Light in the Dark

Light in the Dark

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My life was typical enough: reasonable parents, good enough grades and obsessed with my music. My other qualities, society shunned me for: my being a pastel emo "freak", my piercings and being a total loner. They don't phase me though, I've gotten by just fine in high school. However, as I'm sitting in the back of my French class, something shifts. Not a shift as in the Earth or arrangement of the classroom within itself. But a shift in presence, the air around me. To tie everything up in a pretty, little bow, a new kid strode into the class like he's been here forever. He scanned the room after a brief introductory from the teacher and his eyes locked with mine. I looked away and realized the only empty desks were around me. I know he's going to sit around me, but I didn't realize it would be the desk right next to me. He muttered something as he sat down and my eyes went wide in realization of what he said: "Mine."
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Hell Hall

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.

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