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Teen
Mag
FEAR:
it sciters
coldly down my spine while i try to act like evry thing is
fine. i walk
down a musty cold, dark coridor and the feeling takes hold .
i begin to
run and draw in a shudering breath. i hear some one wisper
the name beth.
my heart pounds in time with my feet and there is a scent oh
so sweet .i run
towards it and collide with mum. shes holding a knife and it
scares the life
out of me and then i see she is holding an apple too . but
what was i
running from. that was following me. well i was about to
see...
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