We were walking down an upturned mess of a street, glass bottles every inch. The town was pretty much abandoned, total population was 60. There were two schools, one was year 0-7 and the other 8-13. We continued to Jaxon’s house. “How was the Dean’s office at lunch,” I mumbled, “Just fine,” Jaxon moaned. Jaxon had dark curly hair, he was short for 13 years old, and his dark brown eyes and naughty-ness make us good friends. It started to rain, and when it rains here we mean hockey balls falling from the sky. If you had an umbrella you would get laughed at because it would get ripped. ”Lets go over to that house, it looks unoccupied,” said Jaxon. We looked down and ran into the house. We entered the house. With every step the floorboards creaked. Spiders would run to another hiding spot, there were so many spiders...
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