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Never Stare at the Moon Part 1
by Sophie


Hey, my names Lily. Ever stared at the moon? Don't do it. I've never been so scared before. My story? Here it comes.

I was looking out my window thinking of a song to write. (I'm a song writer) I thought about a song about love, peace, dogs. Ooey gooey stuff. Things that make people say, 'Awwww.' I'm not like that. Anyways. I looked out the window and saw the moon gleaming. So pretty, I should write a song about the moon. I said to myself. I stared at the moon trying to think of a song. I finally was able to finish the song.

I opened the window to let in some fresh air. The wind started to howl. My music sheets started to fly away. I started to chase them outside. I finally was able to catch the sheets.

I read them and started to panic. The sheets had words on them. No. Not music words. RED words. The color of blood! I read the blood colored words and it said, 'NEVER STARE AT THE MOON'. I started to look for the moon. (Stupid, right?) I couldn't find it. Then I noticed. I was in a pit of darkness. Then it all went blank.

To be continued....

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