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A day at White Marsh
By Destiny B.
age: 15

One Halloween night, my best friend Bebe and I got lost in an unfamiliar neighborhood. As the brisk wind of the night went through our jackets I wondered how late it was. There was an unarming, eerie silence like in a scary movie just before the monster jumps out. Trying to find our way home, we had to cross a street. The only way to cross it was to go through a suspicious dark alley. As me and Bebe was walking through we heard a sound behind the trash cans, we froze. A disgusting, piercing red-eyed beast jumped out. We ran and ran all the way home and never looked back. Bebe and me never go out on Halloween to this day.
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