Monster Mash Book Blitz Countdown Event Flintlock by Ashley Nixon @AshleymNixon
by Ashley Nixon
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Ashley was born and raised in Oklahoma, where the wind really does sweep down the plains, and horses and carriages aren’t used as much as she’d like. When she’s not writing (haha, like that EVER happens!), she’s probably working out or pretending she’s Sherlock Holmes. Her obsession with writing began after reading the Lord of the Rings in the eighth grade. Since then, she’s loved everything Fantasy–resulting in an unhealthy obsession with the ‘geek’ tab on Pinterest, where all things awesome go.
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I stare at the massive school from the passenger side of my mom’s small Ford Focus. The largest part of the building extends across the landscape, practically barring anyone from the woods behind it. A wide set of marble steps led to four rounded wooden doors marking entrances to the school. The main building has four levels—the very top has stained-glassed windows. At random intervals, angels and gargoyles look down upon all who enter, their dark eyes hollow and hooded.
There’s also a dead girl hanging from a rope above the four doors. I close my eyes tightly, but when I open them again, she’s still there.
She’s not really there, of course—only I can see her. It tells me that people have died at this school. It’s also a reminder that the problems my mother and I tried to escape in Chicago have followed me to good ol’ Oklahoma. Who would have thought?
“Would you like me to walk you to the door?” My mom asks, humored. I turn forward in my seat and look at her. She’s wearing a button up shirt and a pencil skirt. Luckily, she was able to find a job as a leasing agent pretty fast.
“No, mom, that’s all I need on my first day of school.”
She looks sympathetic. “Anora, honey, I know it’s not like your other schools, but this will be good for you.”
That was my queue to leave before she found out it probably wasn’t going to be good for me. I open the door and step out.
“Pick you up after school!” she calls and I close the door.
She drives off and it’s just me, the school, and the dead girl.
I sigh. “Well, crap.”
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