final girl.
crack baby, you don't know what you want.
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East Park City was a average town, you could say. That being said, the previous sentence would be an understatement. And in the worst of ways.
There was little about East Park that was actually interesting, everyone living there looked the same, not in features but in behavior, most of the time. A mother and or, a father, and a child or two. All living in almost identical condos of a neutral, basic color. It was a bit bland, if you were to ask me. There was barely any hell-raising amongst adolescents, except the occasional robbery and small pickpocketing, thus East Parkβs crime ratings were at an all time low. The cops were now given the higher risk of diabetes when lounging about the office to not bust anything but another package of donuts open. Itβs sad, really.
Of course, it couldnβt be that boring. No town could have been so hideously dim and blunt like a knife my mother-in-law would slash me with on Thanksgiving Day. There was the hustle and bustle of everyday life for the students of East Park High. There were store fronts to visit, lakes to swim through, and days of occasional sun to bask in. The clouds would often block out the sun, which wasnβt surprising in Maine. It was like your life had been planned out before in some forsaken destiny...
But who wouldnβt like to write their own story?
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East Park City was a average town, you could say. That being said, the previous sentence would be an understatement. And in the worst of ways.
There was little about East Park that was actually interesting, everyone living there looked the same, not in features but in behavior, most of the time. A mother and or, a father, and a child or two. All living in almost identical condos of a neutral, basic color. It was a bit bland, if you were to ask me. There was barely any hell-raising amongst adolescents, except the occasional robbery and small pickpocketing, thus East Parkβs crime ratings were at an all time low. The cops were now given the higher risk of diabetes when lounging about the office to not bust anything but another package of donuts open. Itβs sad, really.
Of course, it couldnβt be that boring. No town could have been so hideously dim and blunt like a knife my mother-in-law would slash me with on Thanksgiving Day. There was the hustle and bustle of everyday life for the students of East Park High. There were store fronts to visit, lakes to swim through, and days of occasional sun to bask in. The clouds would often block out the sun, which wasnβt surprising in Maine. It was like your life had been planned out before in some forsaken destiny...
But who wouldnβt like to write their own story?
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