Angela was going through her scales again. Starting with D major she looked at the sheet music. She quickly changed from the previous scale to G major. To be completely honest, she was a bit glad that Alex was gone. Practicing her scales was routine, and because the walls were so thin, Alex would come and knock on her door like the world was ending. He said that her singing was horrible and her music was crap. Of course, he can't talk, she thought, his so called music, doesn't even count as music. Dubstep is what people use in torture. Actually no. That would destroy the point of torture. People die listening to that music. Finishing her scales, she was careful to get under her satin sheets. Laying back very gently, she made sure not to rub off any cream that she put on during her night beauty routine.
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Gifteds: And Then There Were None
Mystery / ThrillerTen little gifteds all gathered to dine, One spoke their heart out, and then there were nine. Nine little gifteds, all running from fate, One tried to escape, and then there were eight. Eight little gifteds, two present in heaven, Another...
