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    "Just when you thought you knew, you were in for the surprise of your life." No one else would know that better than these two new college girls. This is a story of the supernatural. The passion that no one can explain. And the irreplicablly unusual atmosphere. "I feel so alive. More alive than ever before. But this pain. This pain is too much for me to take in. And the rush it gives me is even more unthinkable." - Phoebe Garner (undefined)

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    Wind penetrated my jacket, but had little effect on me. What was really bothering me was starting college. It was a new beginning, a new time, a way to start over what I'd messed up in life. So far I've gotten nowhere in my plans to start over. The farthest I've gotten is my parents buying me a black Camaro for my college days. That's it. Now al I've got to do is fix my past mistakes, some of them may possibly be dangerous, and even life threatening. Just thinking about the mistakes makes me shiver, and I hurriedly get in my new car, one of the only places where death and danger aren't at my door. Then I head off on my long drive to the college, where I can hopefully begin again.......


    -Valerie Hathfin

    Brian James, a huge quarterback, and a huge idiot, looms over my shoulder, dragging in most of the team behind him. The boys stray to their seats and even still, I should be nervous. But I'm not. Not in the least. Brian hits the back of my head lightly. He likes to pick on me because I'm younger, not to mention smarter, then anyone on his stupid team. All of them are imbeciles.
    I shrink down more. "Leave me alone," I mutter.
    "Oh, and what are you gonna do if I don't?" asks Brian, thumping me again.
    "Just leave me alone," I mumble softer, not feeling like getting up. I am always surrounded by such stupidity.


    -Phoebe Garner

    Whenever you get a feeling that you're being followed, you feel self conscious. A black Land Rover had been on my tail for about the last few hours, and whenever I switched lanes, it did too. When I got off at an exit, it did too. And normally, when you feel like you're being followed, you do crazy things, like I did. The windshield on the black car was tinted, so I couldn't see the driver. On instinct I sped up from seventy five to ninety five miles an hour, dodging cars in my path. The Land Rover was right behind me though, and my breath hitched in my throat. I swerved to the right lane, and the Land Rover swerved to th left, right beside me. It rolled down the window about a few inches, and I rolled down mine. Even from here I could hear the rough chuckling from the car.
    "Leave me alone!" I screeched loudly, sounding bold.
    The I heard a familiar, yet unrecognizable voice say, "Not a chance, sweetheart." And the they turned onto an exit, leaving me behind. Who, or what, did that voice belong to?


    -Valerie Hathfin

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    I roll my eyes as Brian thumps me in the back of the head. What the fudge is his problem. I stand up, annoyed. "I said, leave me alone!" I shout at him, throwing him and unexpected punch to the mouth. He puts his hand over his lips. It probably didn't injure him all that bad, but at least now he's shut up. I have pretty bad anger issues. At my last school, I got kicked out because I kicked some kid's butt and they didn't like it. Baby. Ah well.
    I'm glad I'm here now. It's pretty nice. And yeah, there are some cute guys too. Hey, college is the perfect time for finding your soul mate! But here, the people... there's just something downright strange about them.


    -Phoebe Garner

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    Hurriedly I got off on the exit that would take me to my college. Taking deep breaths, I tried to forget about the black car. And I did. Soon enough I saw the gorgeous campus ahead of me, and drove in. Being eighteen, this'll be my first year at college. But I can see some people a bit older than me. Lots of them look older than me, I guess. I just hope they don't pick on new students.
    After a little process I like to call BORING, I put my empty suitcases under my dormitory bed. Some other girls stuff was in here, so they must have already gone to their classes. Lucky me, I get to wander the halls and wonder who my new room mate is. Oh joy to the world. I put all the stuff I would need for class in my over the shoulder book bag and walked out the door of my dorm into the cruel, cruel world.
    When I say the world is cruel, I mean cruel. As soon as I walk out of my dorm building, the sun is glaring in my eyes. It makes me mad, squirmy, and just uncomfortable. I hate the sun. Quickly I pulled out my sunglasses and put them on, then headed to class. I have to admit though, lots of the boys here are very cute. I start to pass a guy who's back is to me, but feel a magnetic current running off of him. Shaking it off I ran off to class to start my life over.


    -Valerie Hathfin

    I smirk as the professor walks into the room. He's pretty quirky, and not worth telling about our problems, so no one tells on me. I'm glad I got to punch Brian in this class then. This is not a snotty school for new kids. It's nice and all, but on the inside, it's basically where people get dumped. I sigh and slink back, drowining out the math lecture that I've already gotten credit for once. Yet I don't get to keep that now do I? My whole carreer is ruined.
    I get this strange feeling that I'm being watched. I turn to this guy in the opposite corner. He's wearing sunglasses. He always is. But somehow I feel like he's looking at me. He never pays attention in class. Yet ha makes decent grades every time. Maybe he's taken all of these courses before. But that wouldn't make sense. I try to forget about him and think instead about the new rommate I'm getting today.


    -Phoebe Garner