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12:37 AM
Most teenagers get to grow up without encountering anything scarier than gang violence, drug overdoses, and chlamydia. They think that’s the worst that the world has to offer them, and they have the luxury of laughing. You don’t have the luxury of laughing. You know the world has hideous, horrible things hiding in the shadows. You know because you’re one of them. There’s wickedness that dwells within your chest and darkness that courses through your veins.
It's your freshman year of college. For whatever reason, you're attending right here in Wickary, Virginia. You're finally an adult. You can do what you want, say what you want, and skip class when you want. You've left the rules of childhood behind and the world is your oyster. For the first time, you get to really stretch your wings (or claws or fangs) without having to worry about what your parents might think. Anything is possible, so long as you pass your finals. But, hey, maybe those will get cancelled on account of bloody murder. Fingers crossed.
It's your freshman year of college. For whatever reason, you're attending right here in Wickary, Virginia. You're finally an adult. You can do what you want, say what you want, and skip class when you want. You've left the rules of childhood behind and the world is your oyster. For the first time, you get to really stretch your wings (or claws or fangs) without having to worry about what your parents might think. Anything is possible, so long as you pass your finals. But, hey, maybe those will get cancelled on account of bloody murder. Fingers crossed.
