Jazz-Mania666

Long ago . . . There once was a man. He was like any other man. He had normal parents, had a normal childhood. He considerably had a very normal life. Then one day, he died. Now that’s not unusual, is it? Dying is a normal occurrence in everyday life. And it was normal . . . until he came back. Oz Nadeer was a man who died at a young age. He was also the victim of reanimation. On the day he had dug himself out of his grave, he knew something was off. It was as if someone had taken his personality and mind, and switched it with someone else’s. Even his appearance was different. His once tan skin had turned to a dull grey. His b

I’ve often wondered if there was one in every classroom. The strange boy who was labeled weird because of how he acted, or what his quirks were. The guy who was labeled a nerd because he answered every question, and got all his homework done. The shy girl who was labeled ugly because of the abnormalities in her physical appearance, or how she dressed. The outsiders who were labeled freaks because they kept to themselves. I am not sure if there was such a person in every class . . . but I knew for sure that there was one in mine. Her name was Demona. She was the girl who sat in the row nearest the window in the back. She was one of many