| rdfs:comment | - My name is James and I went to Canbrook High. It's this typical school that you would expect to be a high school at first glimpse. But the thing is, this school isn't normal. We could all tell that, all three-hundred students. We knew that compared to the other schools we went to as a child, this was by far the creepiest. But out here in Murkgrove, we don't complain. There's nothing to complain about, we live in a beautiful surrounding that is covered in the greenest of trees. Trust me, I've been to many places all over America and even if you think you live in the most perfect of places, you haven't been to Murkgrove. It's beautiful. The slight disappointment is the state of the schools. Yeah, we are lucky enough to have such great facilities, but the schools just aren't as clean as you e
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| abstract | - My name is James and I went to Canbrook High. It's this typical school that you would expect to be a high school at first glimpse. But the thing is, this school isn't normal. We could all tell that, all three-hundred students. We knew that compared to the other schools we went to as a child, this was by far the creepiest. But out here in Murkgrove, we don't complain. There's nothing to complain about, we live in a beautiful surrounding that is covered in the greenest of trees. Trust me, I've been to many places all over America and even if you think you live in the most perfect of places, you haven't been to Murkgrove. It's beautiful. The slight disappointment is the state of the schools. Yeah, we are lucky enough to have such great facilities, but the schools just aren't as clean as you expect. Janitors are paid low pay, as you can tell from the poor work in cleaning. I was in my third year at Canbrook, and I was a smart child. I did my homework on time, never got into any scraps or fights and was able to earn the highest attendance possible. My mom told me that I was a bright kid and that one day, I would make everyone proud. I strode towards that goal, in hopes that someday, someone would be proud of me. It was the beginning of my third year at Canbrook that my life changed. Cheesy, yes, but for a good cause. It was then that I first caught eye of Nova Sampson. To the normal eye, Nova was just a typical girl who went to Canbrook High and wanted to do well, but to me she was an angel. An actual angel. Her silk black hair, her emerald eyes, her lustful smile... all that I deemed perfection. Normally, a guy like me, average but nerdy, would be the shyest of shy to walk up to a girl like Nova. However, my heart jumped before my brain and I was soon greeting the new girl and starting conversation. "You just moved here from Arkansas?" I wondered. Which she quickly agreed, "Yes, my family prefers it out here. Arkansas doesn't have the right aroma..." I questioned her last words, but her perfection got the better of me. Within days of nonstop chatting, we were inseparable. Our every second at school was within each other's company and we did not mind one bit. Nova was a girl who kept to herself, to me. We shared the deepest of emotions and soon, a few weeks after greeting, we shared our first kiss. I have never felt anything like it. I've kissed a few girls in the past, but kissing Nova was like heaven. I lingered to her lips as long as I could until our lips parted and we smiled. Every time, we smiled for minutes on end, looking into one another's eyes. But it was soon to be the thing I regretted... At one point, I kissed her heavenly lips and looked deep into her eyes... too deep. My body went numb and my mind was dark. I was looking into darkness, unable to see anything. The sky turned red and a bolt of lightning hit me. It hit me so hard that I screamed and begged to be woken up. Within minutes of this terror, I was back to the perfection that was Nova, looking worried and terrified. I didn't tell her what I went through, but the screams told all. My dreams began to be infiltrated by the same scene, the lightning bolt hitting me and soaring through my veins. But the more it happened, the more I realised the grip that held my body during the ordeal. At first I believed it was Nova, holding me, but it felt worse in my dreams. The hands gripping my body as the pain worsened. This wasn't Nova, it was more than perfection...
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