The Pull

The Pull

A high school girl named Abigail that gets assigned an assignment to write a story. What she doesn't know is that the story she writes begins to affect her life. How? Read this suspenseful story that will leave you on the edge of your seat!

published on December 31, 201313 reads 11 readers 9 not completed
The Written

The Written

I fell onto the rock scraping my knee. Blood oozed out of it like a waterfall. I tried to get up and continue running, but he was quick. He pulled my hair as I got up. "Please, stop making this hard," he exclaimed.

"Leave me alone! I never did anything to you!" I bellowed.

"STOP!" he demanded. My heart started to pace as he started to head over to the dock by the river. He sat down by the water putting my head by it.

"HELP! HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!"

"Shut up!!"

"HELP! HELP!" I continued to yell. As soon as I began to look at him, I saw his hand held up by my face. He slapped me as hard as he could to shut up. He put my head toward the water again. I felt a burning sensation in my cheek. It burned and turned numb. He put my head in the awful, green lake. I struggled to make him stop...

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Wait! Before I can let you read on, I'm going to tell you what started this all. First of all, I'm going to introduce myself to you. My name is Abigail. It is a commonly used name which is why I don't like it. I'm 16 years old and live in Oregan. Oregan is a beautiful place filled with green trees, lakes, and much more.

It was a bright, sunny, Wednesday. I awoke to the obnoxious noise of my alarm clock. I got up still tired from my sleep. I wobbled slowly to the bathroom rubbing my eyes and yawning.

I looked in the mirror supprised to see that I liked how I looked today. I have always been self cautious about my looks. I took a shower and then wore my clothes.

"Mom!" I bellowed while heading down the stairs.  

"What?" she answered.  

"Where's my backpack? I need to get ready for school."  

"In the living room."

I rapidly fetched my backpack trying not to be late for school. As I walked in the kitchen, I smelled the delicious aroma of the fluffy pancakes that were coated with the perfect amount of syrup set on the table in the kitchen.

I sat and ate my food rapidly while trying to avoid being late to class. I ran outside immediately after I heard the sound of the bus.

I ran out of the bus heading to my first class which was writing according to my schedule. I made it in class before the bell rang. I sat down realizing that the classroom looked different and dark.

"Hello class! Welcome to English!" a voice said. I looked in front of the class noticing that it wasn't the same teacher. "I'm Ms. G," she said as she turned toward the class. Her eyes glared at me. I tried to look around the classroom hoping that she would suddenly look away, but I was wrong.



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AlexleanFan
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on May 10, 2014
TurtleLover96
I like it so far. You should really read "The Island Of Pain" I wrote it myself. I'm only 11.
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on December 31, 2013
Alexlean
Good Job I like it. I think that you have a talent for writing.
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on December 31, 2013
Akane
that explains the way you write !!!
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on December 31, 2013
Akane
you write like a mature writer.. are you by any chance 16?? i am
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on December 31, 2013
Akane
yay!! thank you!!!!!!!!
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on December 31, 2013
ibelievex
Thank you! Glad you liked!! I will try to update it as soon as possible!
P.S. Followed you back
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on December 31, 2013
Akane
five star from me!! please tell me when you update ok!!
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on December 31, 2013
Akane
yay!!! i'm your first reader!!! and your story is definitely awesome!! i want to know what happens so write more please
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on December 31, 2013