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Late one evening, a man sat in his office at a desk absently signing some paperwork. The small lamp next to him provided just enough light for him to see what he was signing. He was forfeiting his ownership of a building that was left to him in his father's will. His father's words in the will instructed that he should continue running the establishment as a boarding school, but the man grew up there under his father's strict rules. He did not want a part of it. He hated the place and he hated the memories. He tried selling the old school, but nobody wanted to buy it. It was too large for a house, but too small for a hotel. The man had spent a good year and a half trying to find a Real Estate agent that was actually helpful, but had no luck. So, as a last resort, he was just going to abandon the building.

The man loosened the collar of his crinkled, white shirt as he continued reading the will. He never really noticed how messy his father's handwriting was until now. Most children grow up learning their parents handwriting by observation and most simply, receiving birthday cards. Since his mother died when he was eleven, he had not been given anymore. His dad just gave him a five dollar note, the years when he actually remembered it was his son's birthday, and told him to "Go buy something nice." The man had not seen his father's handwriting for many, many years.

Reading on, he noticed a letter folded up. The man snorted, realising it was his father's scribble. He opened it up half heartedly and began to read. It read:

"My son Heath,
If you are reading this, despite how clichéd this is, I really am dead.
Please don't think this is stupid, but I need you to do something for me. Go to the big, old, tree in the middle of the schoolyard. Take a shovel and for the love of God, make sure you are alone."


Heath was slightly taken aback by this note. His father was not much of a joker, let alone interested in playing games. Intrigued, but now paranoid that someone was watching him, he grabbed a hooded jacket and made his way down the stone staircases to get to a janitor's closet, to collect a shovel.

The school was terribly dark at night, not to mention cold. All the stone in the walls, stairs, even the floor just made it colder. Shrugging off the chills, Heath made his way to the closet and chose one of the few shovels that were still in working condition. Slightly excited at this task, he found himself jogging down the corridors to get to the heavy, wooden double doors that towered over even the tallest of people. He flicked on the outside lamp and zipped up his jacket.

Using all his strength, Heath heaved one of the doors open. He made sure nobody was out there before he stepped into the cold. A loud squeak came from underneath his foot and he flung himself out of the doorway. Heath hated rats, mice or any rodent with a tail. He quickly jumped around to face the doors and held his shovel like a baseball bat, ready to smack the creature if it made another peep. The creature did make a peep, but it was more of a gargle, then followed by a hiccup, not a squeak. Heath dropped his shovel in bewilderment as his eyes adjusted to the dark...

Teaser chapter for S.T.A.B. M.E. the novel, © SARAH VAFIDIS
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SARAH VAFIDIS
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TEASER CHAPTER for my novel S.T.A.B. M.E.
S.T.A.B. M.E. stands for Scarlett, Tif, Abby and Becki. (main characters in the story)

M.E. stands for Mrs. Eke (the evil headmistress that comes into the story later)

M.E. stands for one of my illnesses which is misunderstood amongst many people and doctors today.

S.T.A.B. M.E. doesn't mean actually kill me, Sarah, it means kill the illness and all of the injustice that goes along with it.

The story is about my personal battles I've faced with this illness. All of my bad experiences are hidden behind characters to tell the story. Example: good characters are named after medications that have helped my health. Bad characters take form as bad medications, biased doctors, symptoms, and the illnesses themselves.

This story and the characters in it mean the world to me. In my darkest days, they saved my life and keep me alive to this day. I know I was put on this world to do this, raise awareness of the illness through my story.

By getting my novel published, not only will I raise awareness, but I will get my revenge on the doctors who tortured me. My revenge is in the form of words. Every person who reads it will know what they did to me.

Anyway, I hope you are 'teased' by this chapter, it is the very beginning of my story and I hope you understand how much it means to me.

Enjoy,
~Sarah Vafidis
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TheFifthDollanganger Featured By Owner Aug 9, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
How have I not found this until now?! Sarah, this is INCREDIBLE!!! When does the public get the rest?
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Sarah-Vafidis Featured By Owner Aug 19, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you so much!  I'm happy you like it!
Lol, the public won't :XD:  I must finish the lot before anyone else can read any more!
I might get back into comic strips though so the public can at least meet their personalities
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TheFifthDollanganger Featured By Owner Aug 19, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
That'd be awesome!! Are you able to draw?
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Sarah-Vafidis Featured By Owner Aug 19, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Not really, but I can draw my girls!  I've made them in such a way that they are SO basic so I can do it every, single time :D
Might be a good chance to get back into drawing and sniffing my sharpies ;)  LOL totally kidding, but nobody can deny they don't sniff them as they draw, faces are so close to the paper haha.
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TheFifthDollanganger Featured By Owner Aug 19, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Very true.
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krevez Featured By Owner Aug 14, 2012  Student Photographer
I LOVE THIS!!!
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Sarah-Vafidis Featured By Owner Aug 14, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I'm really glad!! I want to share more but have made a vow not to until it is done, dusted and published :D *keeps me motivated to continue writing* :XD:
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krevez Featured By Owner Aug 14, 2012  Student Photographer
that is actually smart!
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Sarah-Vafidis Featured By Owner Aug 14, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
That's what I thought, until now, I realise I haven't written in months :XD: my computer is all repaired now, so I just installed Word back, you make me want to start typing again, THANK YOU!
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krevez Featured By Owner Aug 15, 2012  Student Photographer
AH YOU ARE WELCOME, I AM GLAD I AM THAT HLLY TO INSPIRE YOU MY CHILD
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