This story never ends

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2011-12-09T13:14:00.001-08:00

I've got to focus...or I'll be here talking about another things, and not great things.... Well I was talking about how much I hated school, and how I think that could be only to get some attention from my parents...
and yes, I think it was that, I wish I could go back and make the things different, but now is to late, and I can't go back to the way I was before... And now I think I've got everyones attention, but not the kind of attention that I wished all my life, now I feel like I'm never alone, like everyones allways watching me, and worst, people always look at me like I'm a freaking aberration...

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2011-12-07T04:17:00.001-08:00

Even now I can't remember what makes that guy so special, yeah you can call me jealous, but seriously everyone always so attracted by him, looks like he has a magnet or something like that...
When he talks everyone laugh, even if he saids only thinks like "Hi there...", but why, tell me why people would laugh about that? What was so funny?...God I'm losing my mind with this...

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2011-12-07T04:11:00.001-08:00

...Well who am I trying to fool, I don't love any class...Now when I think about that, I ask myself if it was not only to get some atention from my parents...
They were always talking about how awesome my brother was, since I can remember everyone was attracted to him...and I was always alone, people were always inviting him to do stuffs, but I was not invited to anything, ever, probably that's why I was always so bored...

(another explanation)

2011-12-02T03:41:00.001-08:00

For those people who are following this blog, if I didn't make it clear yet, in this blog I don't even know what way will this story go...I don't even know if it is a story about witches, vampires or ghost...
In this story you will choose how the story goes, how? Write in the comments what you want to see in this story.
Hope you like the idea.

"See you soon"....

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2011-11-29T09:02:00.001-08:00

It was a day like any other day of November and the sun behind the clouds remember me a shy person who don't even have the guts to appear...
Then I've had to go to the first class...Even today I can remember how much I hate that class, and that teacher, he was a fat liar, so fat and claims that every single teacher in the all school wants to be with him after the classes...Yeah...Right....Not even to get him to pay their lunch....

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2011-11-22T17:55:00.001-08:00

....I don't know if it was the smell in the air, or the sun, the color of the sun,
but somehow there was something that doesn't feel right, makes me feel kind of strange...Or maybe that was just the breakfast...
But more on that later....

The story starts now

2011-11-20T02:56:00.001-08:00

In the day I "died" I was not expecting this, I was not expecting to die, and more than that I was not expecting to become what I've become...

That day had started just like any other day, I was not happy to go to school like always, who likes it, right? I don't remember that I've ever had pleasure in go to school, not even when there was that special person, but that only makes me sad so....
But that day, that day was a different day, and I knew that something was not right as I arrive to school....

The 1st post

2011-11-20T02:45:00.001-08:00

Since I was a little boy I've had the dream of writing a book, and I think that many of you could have just the same dream. Now in this blog more than a online book, or a free book, I'm making you a challenge. I challenge everyone who reads this blog to write a part of the "book", a part of the story.

How it works?
Well for start each one of us could tell in the comments how they think the story should goes, then I select one or more and create another post, this way we never know what to expect from the next "chapter". Sounds good to you?

Well there are only a thing you have to make, you could not post in here anything that weren't you who wrote.

Well I expect you like the idea, and we could make this story a good one!

Please enjoy the pleasure of writing and reading on this blog.