soul-beauty
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47
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205
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I woke up in the morning and rolled out of bed. I put on a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt before going downstairs and into the kitchen. Hellen was in there, making breakfast. She plopped a plate in front of me and I smiled. "Hey Hannah" She said. "Hey. Thanks for breakfast." I said. She smiled and started eating her own food. "Hannah can I talk to you?" Carlos asked, walking into the kitchen. I got up and nodded, following him as he led me through the house into his…-
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I woke up and yawned, getting out of bed. I grabbed my jeans and black shirt and got changed, meeting Hellen downstairs. Hellen and I were going shopping. Shoppings never been my thing, but she seemed excited about it. Then I realized I had no money. She told me not to worry and Carlos gave us his credit card telling me to buy what I wanted. I felt kind of guilty but he insisted I take it. That's how I ended up in the mall buying everything in sight. Shopping was actually kinda fun. "C'mon! I…
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I heard a howl of distress, I knew it was Elliot. They must know I'm gone which means I have less time than I thought. This only encouraged me to run faster. After running for about an hour I had to sit down to take a quick break. Werewolves stamina is pretty good when they aren't malnourished. I sat there until I was able to catch my breath before I started to run again. It wasn't long before it began to get dark so I slowed down, walking instead of running. And then I felt it, the first crack. I…
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"Hannah!" I was startled awake. I groaned at the pain that shot through my ribs from sitting up so fast. I was still sore from the beating I had received 2 nights ago after dropping a plate. That's how it was here. I was the youngest, both of my parents were dead because of me. My mom died when I was 3 while trying to protect me in a rogue attack. Soon after that, my dad killed himself because he couldn't bear living a life without my mom. Since then I was blamed. As soon as I was old enough I began to…
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AlexanderRain splatters wildly against the high, glass windows of the cafeteria which is brimming with students desperate to avoid getting their belongings wet. The warm aroma of freshly made food is drowned by the pungent smell of wet socks. The place is impossibly noisy today, ruining my attempt to cram Shakespearian drama for the classics test I have ten minutes from now. My anxiety increases with every passing minute and as it does, my foot drums faster against the leg of the wooden cafeteria…-
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