804 (ch. 1?)The faint scratching on the other side of the wall lasted from 4am to 6:15pm. He did not hear it for three days after. Friday at 4am it resumed but this time it did not stop. Peter sat pressed against the wall the whole day. The next night he left his apartment briefly only to return with a sledgehammer.804 (ch. 1?) by PoliceKitsune
Mrs. Persely lived on the eighth floor ever since her husband passed away (God rest his soul) and she would never not regret it. Her lovely home she had built with him had fallen into disarray and her inability to balance the payments had her forced into moving to the cheap side of town.
She had many complaints but most took the form of finding faults with the apartment building. The floor creaked, that spot in the ceiling looked moldy, is this lead based paint, why is it so warm all the time, this AC unit is too much the list went on. And yes there was a list, perfectly written script on floral stationary and presented to Mr. Ashford, the landlord (who would gaze at the lists, cr
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"Now please find a partner to trade your essay with."
I tried swallowing the lump in my throat but no good. I never like these group things. But there was no choice, no escape, this was school. And so I turned to look around the class. I tried to ignore how so many of my classmates avoided looking in my direction. In just a few seconds so many people had paired up, but I spotted a girl a few rows away with no one else. Taking a deep breath I stood up and walked over to the girl.
Those around her gave her sympathetic stares before she could even look up at me. She just stared at me not even bothering to saying anything. I fidgeted trying to get my thoughts together, but that wasn't going to happen my mind was a mess. More so than usual too.
"Um, hi. Wanna trade essays?" I tried giving her a smile that had more confidence than I was feeling.
The look she gave me was utter contempt, disgust hatred. I bit the inside of my cheek waiting for the normal refusal.
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