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Sunday, August 27, 2006

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Hope ya'll don't mind if I post some of my writings on this journal. Tomieharley did it so I got inspired. Don't know how this is going to turn out so just bear with me okay? This is just a smidgen of what I've got and it's only the prolouge. Please tell me what you think! :)

Hello? Is anybody there?”. Melissa Johanson, Ms. Johanson to her students didn’t know why on earth she was out here. But once she had seen the small figure disappear into the green foliage she knew her duty as a teacher would be put to the test. No students were allowed into the woods behind the high school. Nobody really questioned the rule, after all who knows what kids would be up to in there. The place would be a haven for drugs, sex and booze.
Or a least that’s what they were told. But Ms. Johanson had seen the look that had passed between the principle and vice principle. She had heard more than once from some teachers in the teacher’s lounge that there were plans to cut down the woods. When that failed she heard that there were plans to at least fence off the area.
“They won’t like that. Not at all, not at all. They won’t allow it, you’ll see, you’ll see!”, laughed Kelly Thompson, a senior from her class. Kelly had been to the forest, a dare from her friends. It had been at least ten hours before they had found her. And even then they found her where they had started. At the entrance to the woods she stood, vacant eyed and with a grotesque smile on her face. Her parents had whisked her home and the next day she had been at school acting like nothing had happened. She killed herself a few days before graduation. Her mother had found her in the bathtub, wrists slit, with the same eyes and smile as when they found her at the woods.



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