short story 2i looked at meredith completely confused of what she meant that i was not like the others. 'sorry but what do you mean i am not like the others?' she almost started crying. 'thats why i dropped out of school. people kicked me pushed me in the mud and i couldnt take it.' she started crying wich made me feel uncomfterble it was a mistake coming here. 'i am sorry meredith.' i said and ran out to the hall out of the house and into the street. meredith called me to come back but i ignored her and carried on. on and on crying. i ran into my house and slammed my bedroom door. i ran to my bed and cried myself to sleep. i woke up to four missed calls from meredith. i cant take it hurting meredith like that i must go back...
short storyi walked down the empty street. it seemed so quiet almost ghostly. when people walked past i looked away holding my breath. the street went on forever. but finally i was here. meredith welcomed me as i sat down in a chair. merediths house was eerie looking. in the large hall there was a massive black staircase which winded up to the secound floor. next to the staircase there was a wooden door painted black to match the staircase and chandeliers. the door led to the living room. the walls were whitewashed and massive red velvet armchair were placed round a fire place which was also painted black. i used to play with meredith in her house sliding down the banister and bouncing on the velvet armchairs. her dog sat down on my feet as i sat on the armchair. i dont mind when dogs sit on my feet actully i kinda like it but merediths dog was as heavy as a ton of bricks. 'would you like a drink eva?' i shook my head. 'meredith i am sure your road is getting creepier by the secound.' meredith sh
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