chapter 5: demons and adapting

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        She woke up at home in her bed with a strange feeling. Like a- I'm gonna murder everyone I see- type feeling. She just felt possessed. Its like, a deadly-devilish feeling...

          The next morning at school, her sweatshirt was feeling floppy without her arm. (At least it wasnt her writing and everything hand). A girl asked her, "where us your arm" and avery said, "I dont wanna tell" but then the girl said, "cmon just tell me!" Then you guessed it- avery punched the girl in the face.

              Everyone turned in the hall. People were whispering and pointing. The girl was unconscious. Avery ran through the circle like crowd and to her next class of terrible regrets.

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