My writing “Oh look! It's that girl, Demi. She’s so scary!” is all I hear from the kid at my school, especially the girls. I have no friends because of one bad thing that happened only a couple of years ago. In 6th grade, there was a girl at my school. She was my friend, at least I thought so. She grew up in a normal home, with normal parents and went to a normal school. She was kind and sweet, before things went to hell. All the sudden I get a call from her on my phone asking if she could stay the night. At the time we were friends, so I insisted she came over. She came running over crying, and all scratched up and said to me “S-something, It-It got my Mom and Dad, Its-Its… Its-” She fainted and slammed into the hard rock path in front of my house. My parents called an ambulance and distracted by my probably-dead but not quite dead friend lying on the ground, I had to figure out what she was talking about. It clearly couldn’t have been a killer, but a monster or ‘something’ as she called it, was out there stalking its prey for its next attack, and curious little me had to see what it was.
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