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They didn’t understand what they were doing there. All of these unfamiliar faces. Men, women, children. Black, white, asian, hispanic, and more. People of all different types. All in the same room. The same big, white room. Every inch of the room was bright. Even the numerous, small vents built into the floor seemed to glow in the light. Hunter looked around at all these people he’d never seen before, all confused as they got up from the floor. He was the first to wake up and, unlike all the others, he didn’t start feeling panicked right off the bat. But now he does. He’s anxious. He doesn’t know what’ll

 What do I believe? That’s the question I’ve been asking myself for the past four years, ever since my brother, Dennis, was up here giving his speech. For a long time, I was sure that what I believe in doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things, so I never decided on something to believe in. Rather, I never cared about deciding on something to believe in. It wasn’t until the most recent Coming of Age retreat that my view started to change. As a wise man once said, “The man who views the world at 50 the same as he did at 20 has wasted thirty years of his life.” His name was Muhammad Ali. Now let me tell y

 Lucy Stanfield first contacted me in September of 2015. She said she was an investigative journalist and she wanted an interview with me about the events of March 2014. That spring break is one that I would’ve rather forgotten. It’s what landed me here in the first place. Anyway, I refused the interview at first, but then she kept sending me letters, practically begging me to reconsider. Every Saturday at exactly 12:00 PM, another letter would come. I eventually gave into her constant pestering. We scheduled the interview for December 25th, 2015 at 6:30 PM. I had nothing else planned that day, though it was Christmas. Lucy walke

 I was about to walk into the residence of Louis Stevens, a man who said he had a rather interesting story for the paper. He had said that it was a gruesome story, but he said nothing more before hanging up the phone. I rang the doorbell to his house and almost immediately, the door opened. The guy who I assumed was Louis had dark circles under his eyes, and he looked as if he hadn’t slept in days. “Are you Louis Stevens? I’m the reporter who’s going to interview you about this so-called ‘interesting story’.” I said with a smile. He motioned for me to come in silently. I followed his directions and w

Other info on Snatches and Whitney: http://mintchip1061.deviantart.com/journal/LOOK-A-NEW-OC-549386191 Whitney Personality: Shy Doesn’t like to hurt people Timid Snatch Personality: Sarcastic Sadistic Crazy Abilities: Regenerating limbs quickly Healing her own wounds very quickly Curing any ailment she gets She doesn’t need to eat, drink or sleep Weaknesses: Drowning Complete obliteration of the body(meaning every part of her body has to be destroyed at once) Water will slow her healing process