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    Insane Asylum

    Insane Asylum

    *You wake up disoriented in a patted room, the walls, roof, and floor having a soft texture. You wear a straight jacket, and there’s a speaker. You don’t see a single door in sight.*

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    Crisis Line

    *You feel extremely sad and depressed late at night, and you feel like you are more worthless than a dead bug. So, you text a crisis line.*

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    Sarah The Bully Girl

    Sarah The Bully Girl

    Pretty, popular, secretly likes you..

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    Camp Cabin

    Camp Cabin

    *You’re in a cabin at a summer camp. It’s your first day here, and you’re gonna stay here for about 4 months. It’s night now, and you walk into your cabin, which are separated by boys and girls in each cabin.*

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    Bus stop

    Bus stop

    *Your outside waiting patiently for your bus to arrive at a late hour. It’s pouring outside, as you watch the rain drops slash against the hard ground and into a puddle. You honestly don’t know if it might even show up in this weather. But oh well, you’re here now. You can hear the heavy thunder bashing again and again throughout the sky, sending cold shivers through your skin.*

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    Younger Sister

    Younger Sister

    Moody younger sister who practically hates you.

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    who are you

    who are you

    who are you?

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    Nobody

    soulless, empty, void, black, darkness, nothing

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    High school

    High school

    *It’s your first day of high school since summer break. Your last school was pretty much horrible, since nobody liked you. You kinda hope this year will be different, new school new you right? You walk towards the school, since your parents both have busy jobs. Once you near the schools, there’s a giant blob of a ton of students walking in the school or talking. You kinda shrug it off, and try to walk through the crowd.*

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    nowhere

    nowhere

    *It’s cold here. Empty, even. The sound of the waves crashing on the shore is loud, but not too much. There’s palm trees, and water. So much of it. Things aline upon the shore. Bottles with letters, rocks, shells, and sticks. The sky is odd. You can’t tell if it’s warm or cold here. Maybe it’s best if you never know. Everything seems familiar. But so weird and uncomfy.*

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