Charlie's POV:
I wake up with a jerk. The lamp is on and the sun is shining through my window. My dark brown hair is pasted all over my face, and I'm rolled up in the blanket like a cacoon. I pull away the hair from my face and sit up as I grab my phone. I click the little button but nothing happens. I swear silently to myself. I get out of bed and run down the stairs to the kitchen. It's dead quiet. Where is everyone? "Justin, Clara!?" I scream but I get no reply. A sudden thought hits me and I look at the clock that's hanging on the wall. 7.40 am. Fuck. I'm gonna be late if I don't hurry.
I take a bowl out of the cabinet and start making some porridge. Oats, some milk, and then into the microwave. I run up the stairs to my room. I change into a pair of black jeans, a black t-shirt and a red cardigan. I look at the clock and realize that it's 7.45 am. I run down the stairs again, then I quickly eat the porridge, grab my keys and backpack and run out the door.
I jog the normal way, crossing some backyards and then out on the walkway. Passing some people my age I say a quick "Hi!" and keep running. It's probably some new students at my school. I arrive at Crail Highschool, its a gray and boring but pretty new building. I make it to History class at 8.03 am.
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I just wanna say thank you for reading. And sorry for the really, really short chapter. Feel free to correct any grammar errors. Have a good day!
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The Serial killer
Paranormálne javySome teenagers go to a highschool, two new students start in the class and at the same time weird things start to happen in the little city. Why is everyone holding on so many secrets, and why does so many of the citizens disappear? Demons attack...
