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The dark figure was approaching, his eyes widening with madness. He was carrying what looked like a blade, long, sharp and glistening with red damp blood.

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Not my business The dark figure was approaching, his eyes widening with madness. He was carrying what looked like a blade, long, sharp and glistening with red damp blood. I was longing to escape but my body was frozen. I couldn't move. I couldn't shriek. I couldn't gasp. I felt hollow, like a skull, emptied of live flesh. The shock had wrapped around my body, battling down my throat. "It is your time to die" said the dark strange figure with his deep daring voice. "Good Bye". Aaaaaahhhhhhh. I woke up sweating and breathing heavily with fear. My whole body covered with sweat. "ERIC WAKE UP YOU`RE LATE TO SCHOOL, AGAIN". Coming mum, be ready in five minutes. I sprung out my bed got ready and dashed straight for the school bus. "By mum love you". ...read more.

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But sir. "NO BUTS, NOW SIT DOWN". You also realise dear James has departed from us last night". Yes sir. "Well have you got anything to say". Not my business sir, he shouldn't been walking in that park at that time, also James was a bully he deserved to die. "No one deserves to die by a blade, Lawner, you'll soon come to realise that". "Hey Eric wait up what's the rush. Where were you in break huh"? Can't talk have detention with Mister Loingdon, can't be late talk to you tomorrow. Bye. Sir. "Lawner come sit down. Pleasure to see you thought you'd get away this time huh? You know the rules one hour without talking and you're free to go". "Lawner times up... You're free to go". Thought it would never end. "Don't give me cheek young man; now go before I make it two hours". ...read more.

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I couldn't shriek. I couldn't gasp. I felt hollow, like a skull, emptied of live flesh. The shock had wrapped around my body, battling down my throat. I came to realise this is my dream, but dreams aren't meant to come true just our imagination playing tricks on us. No this can't be happening. Wake up, wake up somebody please wake me up! The dark figure approached and said "it is your time to die". But this time I didn't wake up. Instead the dark figure pierced the blade into my heart. The pain was unbearable. I remembered what I said about James and Kieran, that it was none of my business but it was; now I have fallen into the same path. So this is what it seems like to die? I could see my mum in the reflection of the stars disappearing from my sight. The spirits of love, peace and truth fading away into the dark distant universe. I was all alone and I was scared, frightened terrified. Was this really my end? ...read more.

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