"Oh my God! You are so right! SHE IS A SLUT!" 13-Year-Old Timothy sit at the edge of his bed, shouting that out, he was cackling like a hyena. He never cared for anyone else's feelings, just his own.
"I know, right? I mean, she hangs out with high school men all the time! It makes sense she'd throw those dicks down her throat!" 12-Year-Old John roared with laughter.
"Why are you both so mean to her? Just because she hangs out with high school men doesn't mean she's a slut..." 12-Year-Old Dillon stuttered. She couldn't believe her ears. They were talking so badly about her best friend...
"Are you fucking serious? Rebecca is a suicidal whore. No one would care if she killed herself. Not even I would!" John shouted at her, and tears fell down Dillon's cheeks.
"MAYBE THE ONLY HORRIBLE PEOPLE ARE YOU TWO!" She screamed at them, and ran outside. The only way for her to go was through the forest. The other way was too open, and they could easily find her. Dillon cried and cried. She was too mad and upset to talk to them. SHE WOULD MAKE THEM PAY.
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Skinwalkers - A Horror Story
HorrorSkinwalkers are Navaho folk-lore witches that take form of animals and other people to hurt and kill anyone they can.
