The Piano Room

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Elizabeth was a quiet, mild-mannered girl from a small town, whose life was about to be turned upside down during her final years of high school. Coming out unscathed, would be tougher than she'd imagined.

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Friends

Submitted: June 02, 2016

She stared out the window of her twelfth grade classroom. The rolling hills looked vibrant green from the recent rain. The sky—a vivid blue. Clouds billowed above like soft balls of cotton. Birds seemed to be everywhere, their music filling the morning air.

Yet, the expression on her face that morning reflected nothing alike her sunny surroundings. Her sunken dark eyes continued to stare bleakly at the cheery cardinal outside her window. She felt nothing, and felt everything.
“Focus, focus,” she muttered to herself, as she nervously fidgeted with her navy blue cardigan.
“Elizabeth Sanders, are you paying attention?” Ms. Murray threw her a look of impatience, as she turned her back on the blackboard, chalk in hand.
“I...I’m sorry Ms. Murray, I don’t feel well,” she stammered, as she fumbled around with a pencil, scribbling down the formula, the teacher had just written.
“Perhaps, if you girls spent less time chattering away at night, you would pay attention in class,” Ms. Murray stated, emphasizing “pay attention”, like a severe warning. She turned toward the blackboard, and continued her querulous scrawling. Ms. Murray was in an irritable mood, which was unlike her—she was usually pleasant. Elizabeth noticed, but couldn’t care less. In fact, she found it hard to care about anything anymore.
Just then, the bell rang, and math teacher Murray grabbed an eraser, as she scrubbed off the board with a sigh. Her classmates scrambled to their feet, as they put away books, and raced out the door. But Elizabeth sat stonily, as she watched the teacher wipe out the last problem.
In that moment, it struck her—"The problem"... was still present. She realized right then, what she had to do. She just needed the guts to do it. Read Chapter

The New Girl

Submitted: June 02, 2016

“In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, Amen,” students murmured softly in unison, creating the sign of... Read Chapter

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