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Zoya stopped in her tracks and turned around slowly. She walked back to the girl and got right up in her face. "Scared?" she whispered, and then she moved back, laughing.
She shook her head. "Goody-two-shoes, huh? But really, when you get old...you'll remember the thrill of cutting class, but you won't remember what the stupid teacher says."
Shrugging her shoulders, as if to give up, "But if you're really too scared..." she turned and started for the door again.
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my name is Allie, and im 13 years old.
i wish to write something that moves people. makes them cry, or makes them horrified, or makes them laugh. and after i do that, i wish to die young, in a tragic accident. so when people read my writing, they can say, "oh yes. this girl is the one that died. it was such a sad thing. pity we can't read any more of her stories." and my collectables, my journals, my skirts and jeans will be so expensive, even bill gates couldn't buy them. and i'll be smiling, as i haunt some stupid people in ghost form, because i will become a ghost.
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