Small Sample☺️

It was late at night when I heard the soft creak of my brown mahogany door open. A small draft of light washed over my face from the hallway, but I didn’t dare open my eyes. It could be anyone. Usually, it was a teacher or fellow sister. At Greendale High, though, anything could happen. Anyone could happen. It wasn’t the old ancient feel of the castle-like structure they all lived in that drew things in, but the students. We were all unordinary, we were all a secret, and we were all like magnets to the odd and/or unfortunate. It was only a matter of time before another one of us drew a drama in.

“Terra?” I heard a whispery and very familiar voice call. It was my best friend, Darren.

I might draw in drama more than most…


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