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PAGINILE                             “We are! Don’t you see? Wait, wait, wait...”
                                                                     Nicholas looked very good at the vampire
        with the same age as me, same look, and I heard       woman and then said:
        after a few minutes that she was named… the                  “Your name… isn’t starting with… Ni. It
        same. She said:                                       is Kate. Why did you lie to me?”
               “I am there because you will die of cancer,    After this, Kate fell down.
        very soon. Write in this diary everything until this  “This… is not good.”
        day.” So this is my story.


















                                                                     The vampire became a human.
               At that moment, Nicholas closed the diary      “I am dying. I need, I need to find a way to get out
        and put it back.                                      of this.”
        “How  is  that,  that  nobody  ever  did  read  this         He touched the river. Then he thought:
        diary?” said Nicholas.                                “Oh, I can hide in the river.”
        “Well, you did just read it backwards… Nobody
        thought to do that.”
        “That was pretty smart to do.”
        “So, this explains pretty well. We should
        find in which city we are.”
        “It is Plymouth.”
        “Oh, that means we are closer to the sea,
        huh?”
        “Are you kidding? Anyway, I think I will
        keep the diary.” said the vampire putting
        the diary in his pockets, because the diary
        was very little.
               The  background  became  gray.
        When it clarified, they were in the forest.
        “Whoever is playing with us now, really
        wanted us to get that diary.”
        “What is in it? He must have a reason.”
        “We should burn it.”
        “Don’t do it.”
        “There is something that nobody, not even
        us, should know.”
               Saying these, Nicholas burnt the
        diary. The smoke, though, was so poisonous. So
        the forest died. The dead trees started burning with
        black fire. But they never, however, disappear. In                Grafica: Iulia Plăiașu
        all that forest was that smoke.
        “We are stuck there.” said the vampire.
        “No, we aren’t.”
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