the clock will strike twelve and little alice will run out of the class room doors, down the hall and out the wooden doors of the school. 14 years old and nothing to loose. once the air hitting her face she will feel nothing but freedom and blackness around her. no friends and no life, she really does have nothing to loose. quick now alice, we haven’t got a moment to waste. you only live down the street, the fourth house down from the dead end. now once opening that door to your house, you must run up the stairs and to the right.
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