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Jeff watched BEN go up the long steps. He smiled. Ms. P noticed his expression. "Hey, you're smiling. That's a good sign." Jeff looked over at the long-necked pasta. "Yeah..." he said, sighing. "I mean, I'm still upset, but I'm a little happy that BEN's taking me out." He tapped his fingers on the marble counter. Ms. P smiled. "Well, I'm glad you're feeling better." She smiled more, getting an idea. "Hey, why don't you ask BEN while you guys are out?" Jeff's eyes widened. "That... That's actually a good idea." He reached into his hoodie pocket and pulled out the small velvet box. He opened it and gazed upon the red and black ring. "I gues

"Welcome," BEN yawned. "Can we go now?" Hope rolled her eyes. "Your call, Veronica." "Hmm........" She took out her new hat and slipped it on her head. "Nope." The two creepypastas groaned in annoyance. Veronica only laughed quietly, looking over at her brown haired friend. "Thanks, Hope. This is the best birthday ever." Hope smiled, glancing over at the psycho killer and cyber ghost. "It wasn't that hard." BEN mumbled quietly to himself, obviously not amused. "I'm locking my computer from now on..." Veronica laughed quietly to herself. Jeff flipped his knife in the air, catching it in his hand. He repeated his actions. "Well, you wan

BEN felt a chill as he pulled the covers over Jeff and himself. He moved into Jeff's room about two days ago, obviously bringing his music box with him. He still goes to his old room, since all his stuff is in there, but he's always putting more in Jeff's room everyday. BEN nuzzeled his face into Jeff's hair. He flinched, however, when he felt something damp. He sat up and looked at Jeff, feeling his eye mask. It was wet. BEN removed Jeff's eye mask carefully, making sure he didn't wake up. When BEN saw his eyes, they were wet with tears. 'He's crying in his sleep again,' he thought. He looked over at the side table and picked up a picture

I searched through my things. My parents had to go out, and I had to come. So, according to them, I had to have something to entertain myself. I grabbed one of my favorite books, and slipped on my shoes. I grabbed my hand bag and walked up to the door, where my parents were waiting for me. "I'm ready, Mother," I said. Mother ran her hands through my long brown hair. "Alright, love," she said. I sighed, and walked out of the door as Father held it open for everyone. "Thanks, Father," I said. "No problem, kiddo," he responded. He placed a kiss on my forehead as I walked by. I grunted as I walked towards the car. "Wait! I wanna come too!!"

Annabelle sat at her desk. She needed to get her school work done. She went onto her class website and began her work. "Ugh, algebra," she said. Annabelle is currently in 9th grade in High School. She was homeschooled, but she still knew all of her teachers and had friends from there. No one knows why she's homeschooled, except her parents. They never told her though. In fact, she barley ever left the house. Her parents never let her leave on her own. They always had to be with her, and she had to have something to keep her distracted. The thing is, Annabelle is rich. She lives in a five story mansion, and her parents had about 4.3 billion