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Pre-Face
I could feel a cool breeze rush up, and down my arms. It was a sensation like no other, besides the fact that I was freezing. Freezing and now half dead, now looking at my feet were my shoes had been gripped off and had been bitten, they were pale. Like my mom, pale as a ghost.
It was like I couldn’t even feel the biting, the biting of the cold. I was not able to figure out where I was, who I was, or what was going on. With the slight taste of blood drizzling down my cold, sore throat I had no idea what was going to be happening 3 minutes later. 1 Minute felt like an hour were I was, that is were ever I am.
Chapter 1
“Kara! Come on wake up!” My mom said shuffling past my dresser to shut my radio off.
“It’s Monday, already?” I muttered under my breath.
“Yes, Monday. And soon to be Tuesday if you can’t hurry up! You have your regents’ exams today, if you haven’t forgotten.” She said with a joking type of voice.
“I know mom, I studied for the last 3 weeks if you haven’t forgotten.”
“Kara, come on. I’ll be downstairs making breakfast. Make sure you brush your teeth.” She said like she did every morning.
I got up, wiping the crust off of my eyes, putting my fogged glasses on.
“Ouch!” I yelled looking at my feet.
Bleeding, and scratched. It burned as I put some peroxide on and some antibacterial bandages. I slipped on my slippers, and started to brush my teeth like always. Left, right, left, right, Minty sensations scrubbed throughout my mouth. Limping downstairs, I sat at the table eating my pancakes with a side of home fries.
“I know that you’re not happy about us moving all the way up here to Syracuse, but with the divorce it makes it hard to find a place.”
Divorce, a word echoing in my head. Something a 16 year old never wanted to hear come out of her parent’s. But, yet again she kept hearing her mom saying the same exact things for the past month.
“Mom it’s not that I don’t like Syracuse… It’s just there is something creepy and strange about this house. Like there’s some type of demon in it. I have been having freaky dreams.” I said stuttering.
“Yea, well aren’t we all?” She said with a very frustrated tone.
“I have to go, school starts soon.” I said rushing out the door with me heavy backpack.
I ran out the front door, leaping onto my bike with a pink and blue helmet on my head. As I peddled down the sidewalk I felt an adrenaline rush. It was a strange feeling, not like the ones you would get after you just rode a roller coaster with 5 loops, going upside down. Then there was a faint chill rush down my chest like it was winter, in June. Then my bike slid off of the pavement, sending me sliding across the road right in front of a car that luckily stopped right before it was able to take my life.
It has alot of correct grammer on Word 2010, but not showing on here.
Pre-Face
I could feel a cool breeze rush up, and down my arms. It was a sensation like no other, besides the fact that I was freezing. Freezing and now half dead, now looking at my feet were my shoes had been gripped off and had been bitten, they were pale. Like my mom, pale as a ghost.
It was like I couldn’t even feel the biting, the biting of the cold. I was not able to figure out where I was, who I was, or what was going on. With the slight taste of blood drizzling down my cold, sore throat I had no idea what was going to be happening 3 minutes later. 1 Minute felt like an hour were I was, that is were ever I am.
Chapter 1
“Kara! Come on wake up!” My mom said shuffling past my dresser to shut my radio off.
“It’s Monday, already?” I muttered under my breath.
“Yes, Monday. And soon to be Tuesday if you can’t hurry up! You have your regents’ exams today, if you haven’t forgotten.” She said with a joking type of voice.
“I know mom, I studied for the last 3 weeks if you haven’t forgotten.”
“Kara, come on. I’ll be downstairs making breakfast. Make sure you brush your teeth.” She said like she did every morning.
I got up, wiping the crust off of my eyes, putting my fogged glasses on.
“Ouch!” I yelled looking at my feet.
Bleeding, and scratched. It burned as I put some peroxide on and some antibacterial bandages. I slipped on my slippers, and started to brush my teeth like always. Left, right, left, right, Minty sensations scrubbed throughout my mouth. Limping downstairs, I sat at the table eating my pancakes with a side of home fries.
“I know that you’re not happy about us moving all the way up here to Syracuse, but with the divorce it makes it hard to find a place.”
Divorce, a word echoing in my head. Something a 16 year old never wanted to hear come out of her parent’s. But, yet again she kept hearing her mom saying the same exact things for the past month.
“Mom it’s not that I don’t like Syracuse… It’s just there is something creepy and strange about this house. Like there’s some type of demon in it. I have been having freaky dreams.” I said stuttering.
“Yea, well aren’t we all?” She said with a very frustrated tone.
“I have to go, school starts soon.” I said rushing out the door with me heavy backpack.
I ran out the front door, leaping onto my bike with a pink and blue helmet on my head. As I peddled down the sidewalk I felt an adrenaline rush. It was a strange feeling, not like the ones you would get after you just rode a roller coaster with 5 loops, going upside down. Then there was a faint chill rush down my chest like it was winter, in June. Then my bike slid off of the pavement, sending me sliding across the road right in front of a car that luckily stopped right before it was able to take my life.
It has alot of correct grammer on Word 2010, but not showing on here.