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Once upon a time there was a girl that moved from across town from Pillvill to Yorpork. She was very different form the yorkians. She was prettier, smarter, more athletic, and tried her best to make friends, but no one liked her because she was so perfect. She soon became very paranoid after about two weeks and within the second week one of the juniors started to sexually harass her and soon he took it too far with her. He did what he wanted to her and walked away. She cried for a couple of days until she could not cry anymore.

One day an outgoing girl came up to her out of nowhere and started to talk, “Hello my name is Clara who are you?” Now you must know by now that this school was not the friendliest and it had a lot of bad stuff. The girl looked at Clara confused because she was used to being picked on and not greeted. The girl hesitated, but replied, “Hello…I am Teffa…” Clara smiled at Teffa and held out her hand to shake Teffa’s hand. Teffa hesitated, but had a scene of trust toward this girl. Clara in her nice, loud voice said, “Nice to meet you, would you like to be my friend?” Teffa smiled back and without hesitation she said, “Sure.” Clara and Teffa became best friends. They hangout, doing sleepovers, and all the other teenage stuff.

People still picked on Teffa, but only when Clara wasn’t around because if Clara heard Teffa being picked on she would open a can of curse out whoop a**. Like the awesome friend she is.

About a couple days after their friendship anniversary Clara had to leave Teffa for a moment to talk to a class mate around the corner. A group of boys started to surround Teffa and pushed her back and forth, side to side, calling her names such as hoe or slut. Clara knew exactly why kids were calling her that and thought it was unfair. Soon Clara came around the corner; I mean she dashed around the corner knocking some boys over. Clara put out her fists and started to shout at the group of boys, “Back off a** holes leave her alone before I put my foot up your a**!” The leader of the group had a smirk on his face and took out a knife, “I would like to see you try b***h!” As soon as Clara heard that she shot out running toward the boy. The boy was shocked that Clara came for him, but he stood his ground. As soon as Clara started running she fell with her hands on her stomach and she stared at the boy with hurt wide eyes. Teffa dropped everything and dashed for her friend, “Clara! Clara! Claraaa!” Teffa fell to the ground next to the fallen Clara. Teffa picked Clara up on her knees and looked into her eyes, “Clara? Clara?” Clara looked at Teffa with weak, dieing eyes and spoke, “Heh…I guess… that is what I get…for try…try….trying to help…” Teffa began to cry as she looked at her hand, her best and only friend’s blood was on them, “Clara why? Why did you go at him?” Clara smiled and hugged Teffa, “Because…You are…My friend…and they….Hurt you….and….I would…Not….Allow….That to….Be….Forgotten…” Clara smiled one last time, and closed her eyes and stopped breathing.
A teacher ran to the scene, “What happened here?” The teacher’s eyes were wide and horrified.
Teffa looked up with tears running down her cheeks, her eyes red as well as her nose, “She…Was…Murdered…” Teffa never reviled the true identity of the person that killed Clara, but she remembered him because he was the one that raped her earlier. The teacher called the police and the ambulance. They asked Teffa questions that she could not answer.

Teffa was picked on about everything now, the rape, her differences, and now the death of her best friend.
About three months later she was also killed by the same boy with the same knife in the same situation. Clara wondered the world of the undead looking for Teffa wondering if she is okay, watching over the different people like a ghost. She showed up in front of the boy as he was about to take his own life because of what he had done. Teffa showed herself as well and both Clara and Teffa told him that would not fix anything and he should live to protect those who are in danger of the similar situation they were in. They both said they forgave him and that they were leaving to that better place. Clara stepped to the boy who was now crying, “Boy…Don’t take your own life away. Help others. Don’t be selfish and die when the time is right, but now is not you’re your time.” Clara stepped back and both Clara and Teffa left into the light to a better place.

The boy became a police officer and lived long time and retired about 30-50 years into the job. He died knowing he did the right thing and was happy that he could help.