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color:black;background:white">It’s Friday the 13th again. The 2nd out of the three every leap year. I’m on my way to school. Our school is the kind that does 6 fund razors a year. It’s big and blue. Well back to the story, anyway I’m hearing gun shots here and there. I’m starting to see weird things to, a guy with torn up cloths and a backwards

color:black;background:white">head walking a dog, a bloody kid on a snow mobile, and a kid with out arms playing football. They all disappear when a black cat comes around the ally. I’ve heard that black cats are bad luck, but so far it’s lucky. When I get to school I pick up the cat. It turns into a zombie and it chased me to the bathroom. I jump in a stall. I close my eyes and count to three. It didn’t work. I light some candles and as fast as I can I brake the mirror and yell bloody merry at the top of my lungs. I duck. A ghost jumps out of the mirror and snatches the zombie. That’s the truth