...Why...
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This one girl always asks why to everything, she is also 13. While I was at home getting ready and sighed while saying "I hate school!", that moment is when I heard someone say this one thing. "Why?" This creeped me out. I then hid under my blanket. The light turned off and I screamed. I then heard a laugh followed by a terifying question. "Why are you scared? Is it because of what happened yesturday? When I killed your besy friend?" I started crying wishing this was just a sick dream. But, before I ran out of the room I was shot in the back. It hit my heart. I started to fall. I was dying right here, in my own room. You know when you think your home is the safest place for you to be in. Well for me it's not.
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