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Colleen: A Narrative Fiction

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“Why does everyone keep asking me that question?” Colleen asked as Nana walked across the library and gave her a tight hug. She was really sick of her friends disappearing when there were ghosts and critters about. Honestly, she was going to have gray hairs soon. “What is your blood type?” Rachel asked when she noticed that Sam was getting impatient. “I don’t know my blood type. Does anyone know their blood type? Why does everyone keep asking me about my god damn blood type?” Colleen looked around the group. “What did I miss now?” “Why don’t you tell us what happened up in the hallway?” Dean countered. Colleen rolled her eyes and tugged at her ponytail. Explaining the altercation in the hallway was not going to go over well. Still, she really shouldn’t be keeping secrets from them. That was a good way for …show more content…

“First, there is a ghost. Annoying, but a run of the mill ghost. Then we can’t find the body because there was another monster here fifteen years before. Only to find out, surprise, he is still kicking around. And now, we possible have a warded house with a possible witch?” “Now that we have a full recap, what do we do?” Nana asked. “Last time anyone saw Mr. Clarkson, which is a lot easier to say than what he is, he was disappearing. If he is the invisible man now, how are we going to find him?” “He’s still looking for dinner, so to speak. We have to figure out who has B+ blood and make sure he doesn’t make off with them,” Sam sighed as he tugged on his hair. “How hard can that be?” The sarcasm was thick in the room. Nana drifted over to the laptop and looked at the police report. Something caught her eye, and she clicked onto the next page. Rachel walked over too as Sam and Dean started to bounce ideas off each other about how to identify people with the correct blood type. Colleen sat in the chair, looking at the fire, trying to find something in the images that would help

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