Soap opera
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Thread Topic: Soap opera
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Late post.
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"Oh, oh, sorry," I said to my teacher as he was storming off. I pointed at the board for people to get their direction on me, but they wouldn't budge. In fact... they were like statues...
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The teacher didn't notice me because he thought I was taking notes. I was lucky.
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The little thing didn't have time to squeak. I ate it whole and slithered into my house, turning into a human on the way.
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"Look the other way," I whisphered in a loud way, but angirly. Finally, one by one they looked away. Thankfully, because honestly they were freaking me out at first. My teacher went on with his normal duties, not forgetting to put the spotlight on me once or twice (but it wasn't as awkward then thankfully).
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I finished stretching at home, then I turned into a cheetah and ran back to school.
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I looked at the girl in the front that got in trouble for not paying attention. Then I contiued to draw.
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Soon though, school ended. I was the first one out, accidentally dropping homework behind me, but I didn't bother to go back for it. I hurried out the door, and made my way down the street, in the direction of the graveyard. It was already getting dark out, and that was good. Not many people go to the graveyard after dark, and that's when I prefer to do my communication.
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I gave a note to the mean looking teacher and went to an empty desk next to the dead girl. i could sence she was a charmer, a soul who acted alive. I passed her a tiny note. 'I'm Cynthia. You can call me Cyn or Thia' it read.
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I didn't hear anything. I was drawing too many animals.
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(Sorry Catherine if you were going off of my story!!)
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Finally I looked up.
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The street stopped showing signs of cars, and the moon was almost up and singing, the sun almost gone over the mountaintops. I sat near an old friend of mine, Andrew Carson. I never knew him when he was alive, but when I first began talking to the dead, he was nice to me. "Oh, Andrew," I called out in a sweet one.
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(it was a late post.)
i followed her to the graveyard. she ran to a tombstone and dissappeared out of the blue. i laid her papers on the grave. -
Andrew appeared out of the ground. Now, he wasn't like the other mortals. He did not have skin. He was see-through, like a ghost and blue tint. Andrew was a young man with curly hair and he was pale. Like most dead people, he was dressed in a black suit, which is what he was buried in. Andrew died twelve years ago, in a car accident when a drunk driver swerved into his lane and hit him. Because of when he died, he remaines a twenty-two-year-old.
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