Inked Lines

two

nothing, there was an inky blackness all around, consuming everything. he was running, running from what he did not know but did not want to find out. right as he tripped and the thing approached, his alarm went off. he rolled out of bed, falling onto the floor and laying there for a few minutes before getting up and getting in the shower.

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upon arriving at the school, he was late. he rushed his way to class. the teacher glaring at him from the board. "mr. peter"s, half hour detention." his head dropped as marco had looked up, almost staring at samuel before he put his head back down. "yessir." he"d uttered before sitting at his desk. the teacher continued on. but he could almost feel someone staring.