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Thriller
SUPERIOR
A great thriller needs to be really well written for you to be held at the edge of your seat and constantly be wondering what will happen next. And believe me, our students of Superior are more than capable of doing so. Un gran thriller necesita ser escrito con gran habilidad para mantener al lector al borde del asiento y que constantemente esté preguntándose qué pasará luego. Y créanme, nuestras alumnas de superior son más que capaces de hacerlo.
> CHIARA CIMINO Dakota woke up in a good mood the morning after moving away from her abusive and violent father. She went to the kitchen and had breakfast with her mother, Chelsea. It was the first time in a while that both were happy. Dakota was unpacking when she found her medicine. It was given to her due to some nightmares, where Dakota could see herself as another person, a more aggressive one, called Madison. After ten years of taking the pills she had never dreamt about Maddison again. But the previous night, she forgot to take them, and she did not have any bad dreams, so Dakota decided to stop the treatment. Extremely proud of herself, she threw the medicine away and she continued with her day. For the following two weeks everything was okay, until Monday. Dakota was lying on the bed scared because she had a nightmare where she was holding a knife with her left hand. When she calmed herself, she took her phone and checked the time. It was nine o’clock. her mother was going to work in half an hour, so she decided to make a special breakfast for her. Dakota walked into the kitchen where she found the dead body of her mother on the floor. She was shocked. The young girl fell on the floor next to her mother. She was weeping. Dakota tried to hug her mother when she saw a message written in blood right next to the corpse. It said, “you are not as good as you think”. At that moment she knew that someone was trying to incriminate her, so calling the police was not an option. Dakota carried her mother's body into the backyard and started digging a grave with a shovel. By the time she finished with the burial and the cleaning, it was late, and she was quite tired, so Dakota went to bed wishing that when she woke up everything would be normal again. The days passed and she kept finding red ink notes in different places of the house, some said things like "Are you afraid of the dark or what is hidden in it?", but others began to get very personal saying things that only she and her late mother knew "I know your secret, but I swear not to tell anyone if you don't tell mine" "you have experience burying corpses,
