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			<title>Chapter Eleven</title>
			<description>After I&amp;rsquo;d rested and got ready, I headed down to the library. I was familiar with the route now, since I had been there multiple times. As I made my way there, I saw that the corridors were fairly deserted. Weird. I wondered where all the other students were?I browsed the library quickly. It o..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Ten</title>
			<description>The rest of the week passed quickly, and before I knew it, it was time to get ready for Felix&amp;rsquo;s party. Me, Blythe, Tsitsi, Ophelia and Lorena had ditched assembly to prepare ourselves, and were all busy doing our makeup in mine and Ophelia&amp;rsquo;s room.I was excited. Very excited. In fact, eve..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Nine</title>
			<description>Monday was pretty uneventful. Ariana was giving me evil looks when she passed me, as were her cronies. Felix had approached me and applauded me on my lacrosse performance. The news about what had happened had traveled fast, much to my dismay. I just wanted to forget about it. Whenever I thought abou..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Eight</title>
			<description>When I woke up, after a much appreciated lay-in, me and Blythe pretty much just lazed around all morning in our pajama&amp;rsquo;s, catching up on homework and talking about whatever came into our heads. Midway through conversation, I decided to tell her about my dream. It had been worrying me since it&amp;..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Seven</title>
			<description>Thankfully, I woke up at about the same time as everyone else. I sat up, and thought about my dream. It had really shaken me, and I wondered why my brain had to chosen to corrupt that memory of mine. That day at the river was one of my happiest memories, because the whole day had been so perfect. Bu..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Six</title>
			<description>The next few days went pretty quickly. I had had my first Mythology class, and it was even better than I expected. I hadn&amp;rsquo;t seen much of Ariana either, so all in all, it had been a pretty good week. I had just come out of Friday&amp;rsquo;s debate class and was heading to assembly when I saw Ms He..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Five</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;I think this is the classroom.&amp;rdquo; Tsitsi said, then looked through the window in the door. I presumed it was the correct classroom, since she opened it and went in. I followed, and was greeted by a young, handsome male teacher.&amp;ldquo;Welcome, welcome! Sit down wherever you please.&amp;rdquo; ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Four</title>
			<description>When I awoke the next morning, Blythe was in the shower. I groaned. I definitely was not in the mood for a school day, especially not one that had 7 periods. 7 periods?! Seriously? I was used to 5. I got up and got ready, and Blythe did the same. We didn&amp;rsquo;t really speak much; we were both still..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Three</title>
			<description> &amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Nice of you to decide to grace us with your presence, Miss Cabenaugh. I see your punctuality has not improved over the break.&amp;rdquo; Ms Hemingway stated. The girl nodded her head a little in apology, then quickened her pace and sat down at our table. She had clear tan skin, and short b..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description> &amp;nbsp;I stared up at the lady in front of the school. I could just about see her from where I was standing, and from what I could see, she was exactly how I had imagined her. When I had visited the school, me and my mother had met with the deputy, so we hadn&amp;rsquo;t seen Hemingway. I don&amp;rsquo;t th..</description>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>The beginning.

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			<title>Winston Hollow</title>
			<description>Agnesse Gaunt is a new student at Winston Hollow Academy. At first, she thinks it's a normal school...but when students start mysteriously disappearing, Agnesse realises Winston is not what it seems.</description>
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