The Slender Man

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I can’t say I’m a spiritual person, but I definitely enjoy the Sabbath. My family is Jewish, and every weekend we get together with the Hawthorns to celebrate. We used to go to a synagogue, but ever since we moved here to Murphy, North Carolina, we’ve been celebrating the Sabbath the traditional way, at home. The closest synagogue here is two hours away and not good enough to be worth the trip, so every week we alternate houses with the Hawthorns, our best friends, to celebrate. To tell the truth, they are our only true friends out here. Shana, their oldest daughter is like my sister. Every Sabbath we take turns sleeping over at each other’s house.

I met her on my first day at school here when we moved, and was so happy that I wasn’t the only Jewish person there, because honestly this town is so under-populated for its size that I’ve met at least half of the people here. Shana has an olive complexion; a button nose that she complains is too big, long thick black hair, and beautiful brown eyes. She’s almost exactly my size and even our birthdays are in the same month, May. Ever since we found that out we always celebrate our birthdays together and even ask for the same presents. When we turned fourteen, we both got our own guitars. When we turned fifteen, we both got Labret lip rings. We’re not sure what we want this year. We will both be turning sixteen so we want it to be something special, but a car would be too much to ask of our parents.

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