Name: Alonnie Jackson
Age: 1800/18
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Bio/backstory: Her story goes kinda like this. She has a family. She lives in a bright yellow house with her two step brothers George and Michael, her step mother Marsha and her father Lorenzo. Here's something you don't see everyday her family hates her! She does almost everything in that household but yet gets no praise! Hell they make her sleep in the basement. She has a lamppost to the right of her room and she painted the walls bright blue. Her bed was pink while her wardrobe was white. She did have a rug it was beautiful dark purple. Even though she had no windows and was basically the maid of the house she loved her room regardless. Also her mother had passed away and her gravestone is in a garden she planted herself in her bedroom. Her step mother tried to throw it away but Alonnie hid it and took it down to her bedroom where she had it ever since. At school it's the same thing. She gets bullied a lot and has absolutely no friends whatsoever and everyone just hates her! One person even stated that she would be better off dead! So she did. She looked straight into a mirror and said a prayer:
Now down lay me lord. People have done me wrong. Take me up to where my mother is, let me by her side. For I want to go to heaven not hell, and be there by my mothers side. Thank you lord, please hear my prayers, answer them for me? And I'll see you up there. Goodbye lord. In your name I pray, Amen.
After Alonnie said her prayers she picked up the mirror and smashed it in her face. Shards went deep down into her skin. Blood was everywhere and on course no one noticed until Alonnie screams. One of the shards had poked her right eye. With one final breath Alonnie has this to say to her loved ones (except her mother):
I hope that you're all happy now that I'm gone. I been hurt and teased long enough. The time came for me to say goodbye. So goodbye and since you made my life a living hell. I'm going to make your even worse.
And with that Alonnie fell to the floor with a thud. She was dead. Or at least so they thought.
Enemies: her family
Friends: Jane

(A/N: Creepypasta based off the story: Mirrors)