USER: Determine whether this text is written by a human or AI: Asher woke up one breezy fall morning, feeling the breeze throughout her room. She slowly got out of bed, not expecting the morning news she would be hearing soon. As she made her way to the kitchen to make breakfast, she saw her parents hovering over the TV with the news on. "Sixteen-year-old Irene Parker has been murdered on the campus of Bedford High," the news reporter lady said. Asher's expression changed the second she heard the words "murdered". Her heart skipped a beat as she felt a chill run down her spine, thinking that her classmate, a familiar face walking around the hallways, had gotten murdered. Goosebumps sprang across her arm just thinking that a suicide took place in her high school. She still couldn't accept the fact that a suicide took place where students should be supported and where they should reach out. She slowly looked at her parents' faces with a look of worry and disbelief. Her voice trembles as she says, "Mom, dad.. I know Irene, she's in my class.." Her parents' faces look at her more saddened. "Oh my.." she said, her mom's voice trying to be gentle but clearly worried. "I can't believe someone would do that.. Poor girl," her father said with a look of sympathy in his eyes. As more news about the suicide came in, she couldn't help but think of the secrets they exchanged, the classes they had together, and her laugh. The more she thinks about Irene, the more she remembers her warm, bright, i...

USER: Determine whetherImprove this text is written by a human or AI:text: Asher woke up one breezy fall morning, feeling the breeze throughout her room. She slowly got out of bed, not expecting the morning news she would be hearing soon. As she made her way to the kitchen to make breakfast, she saw her parents hovering over the TV with the news on. "Sixteen-year-old Irene Parker has been murdered on the campus of Bedford High," the news reporter lady said. Asher's expression changed the second she heard the words "murdered". Her heart skipped a beat as she felt a chill run down her spine, thinking that her classmate, a familiar face walking around the hallways, had gotten murdered. Goosebumps sprang across her armarms just thinking that a suicidemurder took place in her high school. She still couldn't accept the fact that a suicidemurder took place where students should be supported and where they should reach out. She slowly looked at her parents' faces with a look of worry and disbelief. Her voice trembles as she says, "Mom, dad.. I know Irene, she's in my class.." Her parents' faces look at her more saddened. "Oh my.." she said, her mom's voice trying to be gentle but clearly worried. "I can't believe someone would do that.. Poor girl,"girl." her father said with a look of sympathy in his eyes. As more news about the suicidemurder came in, she couldn't help but think of the secrets they exchanged, the classes they had together, and her laugh. The more she thinks about Irene, the more she remembers her warm, bright, innocent smile every time she passes herthey pass each other from hallway to corridor. With all her thoughts, she had one main one, how could someone take her life? She couldn't stop thinking about how Irene's death changed her friends and family's lives. "Are you okay, Asher?.." Ryujin said, trying to bring her back to the real world. "Oh yeah.. I've just been on edge ever since Irene's death.." Asher said. As she enters the school doors while keeping Ryujin by her side, she sees students whispering, left to right, from hallways to corridors. She seems frightened to even speak a word to a student or teacher. As she entered each class she had, she leftfelt a dark presence with her. Ever since Irene's death, tragedy has really strook.struck. After days of Asher locking herself in her room, she decides to meet with her friends at the park in a few hours. Asher gets ready and brings her backpack with her, and ever since Irene's death, she has always brought this medium-sized, pigeon-like, crochet bird that has the same perfume as Irene. Whenever she missed her or wanted to tell her something, she always hugged it for comfort as her way of grieving her death. As she had started to put her shoes on, she felt something--a presence, someone, an aura. She immediately stopped what she was doing and quickly opened her backpack and grabbed the pigeon plush embracing it and holding it tightly yet softly and gently in her arms. As she kept the pigeon plush in her arms, she heard a soft, familiar voice say, "Asher?..". After hearing an unforgettable, soft female voice, she quickly turned around in excitement, thinking it was Irene. Not to her surprise, no one was behind her, but instead, she felt the cold wind brush against her face as she stared in the breezy weather with disappointment. As she walked on the sidewalk, she felt a light tap on her shoulder which caused her to quickly look back. To her surprise no one was there again. She continued walking until she reached the park where she saw her friends sitting down under a big familiar tree. She sprinted as soon as she saw them. "I missed you guys!", Asher exclaimed as she pulled them into a tight group hug. After she sat down with them it was a bit silent as if they were in a cemetery, they felt the cold wind brush onto their faces. "So.."So How are you guys?" Theo said, clearly trying to strike up a conversation. "Could be better.." Asher murmured as her voice quivered. The group stayed silent as a sign of having the same reply, hearing the leaves rustle. The park, a place where secrets and laughter were exchanged, had dead silence. Hannah spoke up to break the silence "I still can't believe Irene's gone.. She was always filled with laughter, smiles, and joy..". "You're right.. None of this adds up.." Felix murmured. "I still can't believe someone would do that.." Asher added. The group nodded and sat in silence but all of a sudden a big gust of wind caused the leaves to rustle loudly, causing goosebumps to rise up their arms. "Did you guys feel that?.." Felix said with a worried voice. "Yeah.. But maybe we're just on edge because of Irene's death.." Hannah said. The group talked, losing sense of time, so as soon as they saw that the sun was rising, they all agreed to go home, keeping their long-lasting thoughts about Irene's death to themselves as they walked into the cold night breeze. That night wasn't one of Asher's best ones. As she lay in her bed, holding her plush tightly next to her looking at her ceiling trying to fall asleep, she heard it again.. The soft familiar voice haunting her ever since the morning, "Asher.. He did it.." This time it wasn't a whisper, it was real. It echoed throughout her whole room. She knew it couldn't be fake. Irene's voice or whatever that was, is reaching out to her. She slept with that thought roaming throughout her mind. The next few days were filled with more experiences of strange occurrences, hearing footprints in the hallway when no one was there, more strange whispering. Those whispers weren't normal.. At times the whispers would say, "Help me.."me." or at times "He did it.."it." The group distanced themselves from each other for days, which turned into weeks.into=weeks. The group decided to meet again, but at the school library. A place where students should at least feel safe. The group huddled together in one place in the library, "So guys.. I think we have to at least find out what happened to Irene.. Things like these aren't normal." Ryujin whispered, trying not to grab the attention of the other students. They all nodded in agreement, determined to find out what happened. Ever since that day the group has been meeting daily at parks, libraries, and at Asher's room. They took all the evidence they could get and tried to connect all the photos to one. They took Irene's journal from her mother, who was giving away her old stuff. They read each page from her journal, finding almost no clue or hints. Until they read one specific page. "He's onto me. I'm scared. Every timeEverytime I look out my window, he's getting closer. My time has come. He's outside the school campus waiting for me." They read the page with chills running down their spines. "W-What?.." Felix muttered. "We need to find out who this guy is.." Hannah said. They spent hours and days trying to find out about this man. Some had sleepless nights where they had to sleep between classes. After days, weeks and months, they found two suspects. One of them managed to be their friend. As they read more pages of Irene's journal, they found out that Irene had been secretly putting descriptions on some pages about the guy who murdered her. After the group did research, it turned out this wasn't the first encounter Irene had with this man. Apparently, years ago, this man tried poisoning her while she was on vacation in Hawaii. The group asked Irene's relatives if they knew who she was or had any clues. After two months, they found the guy. "Guys!" Asher exclaimed. "I found the guy, his name's Blake Miller. He was a teacher here, and he had a criminal record for attempted murder. 7:32 am, near her classroom, he could've kidnapped her or killed her on the spot with this 12-inch kitchen knife." Asher explained. "How do you know all of this?.." Felix questioned her. "Let's just say I didn't sleep for a few weeks.. Oh, and he did this before he had a flight going to Los Angeles, so no one would catch him." Asher asserted. The group, but mainly Asher, decided to go to the head of the school's office and report what they think happened. It took some weeks for the head to get it, but once she got it, she quickly wrote back to them stating that she had told the police about their report. The police continued to search for this man until they found him on the streets near Bedford's high school once again, where he claimed he was going to murder another student in the investigation room. The head of the school wrote back to them one last time that the police had caught the man and that justice had been served for Irene and her family. The group celebrated in victory as soon as they found out that their friend, a classmate, and a familiar face in the hallways were now safe and peacefully resting. The quiet hallways of Bedford High turned into laughter, smiles, and a safe place.

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Her heart skipped a beat as she feltbeat, a chill runrunning down her spine, thinkingspine at the thought that her classmate, a familiar face walking aroundshe often encountered in the hallways, had gotten murdered.been killed. Goosebumps sprang across her arms just thinking that aprickled on her skin as she contemplated the occurrence of murder took place in herwithin her own high school. She still couldn't accept the factThe reality of the situation was hard to accept, for a place that a murder took place where students should be supported and where they should reach out. She slowly looked at her parents'foster support and growth among students. Slowly, she turned to her parents; their faces etched with a look of worry and disbelief. Her voice trembles as she says,In a trembling voice, Asher spoke up. "Mom, dad..dad... I know Irene,Irene; she's in my class.."class..." Her parents' faces look at her more saddened. "Oh my.." she said, her mom's voice trying to be gentle but clearly worried.reflected deep sadness. "Oh, my goodness..." her mother whispered, attempting to convey comfort amidst her concern. "I can't believe someone wouldcould do that..such a thing... Poor girl."girl," her father said with a look of sympathyadded sympathetically, a flicker of empathy in his eyes. As more newsupdates about the murder cameflooded in, sheAsher couldn't help but think ofrecall the secrets they exchanged,she and Irene shared, the classes they hadattended together, and her laugh.Irene's infectious laughter. The more she thinks about Irene, the more she remembers hermemories flooded her mind, highlighting Irene's warm, bright,radiant, and innocent smile every timewhenever they passpassed each other from hallway to corridor. With allin the hallways. Amidst her thoughts, she had one main one,question lingered: how could someone takesnatch away her life? She couldn't stop thinking about howThe impact of Irene's death changedweighed heavily on her friends and family's lives.their families. "Are you okay, Asher?.."alright, Asher?" Ryujin said, trying to bring her back to the real world. "Oh yeah..asked, attempting to ground her in the present moment. "Oh, yeah... I've just been on edge ever since Irene's death.."death..." Asher said.replied. As she entersstepped through the school doors while keepingdoors, with Ryujin by her side, she seesnoticed students whispering, left to right, from hallways to corridors. She seems frightened to even speak a word to a studentwhispering and casting glances throughout the hallways. Fear stifled any desire to engage in conversation, whether with her peers or teacher. As she entered each class she had, she feltteachers. The weight of a dark presence with her. Ever since Irene's death, tragedy has really struck.accompanied her in every class she attended. After days ofisolating herself in her room for several days, Asher locking herself in her room, she decidesfinally decided to meet with her friends at the park in a few hours. Asher gets ready and brings her backpackpark. She readied herself, making sure to bring her backpack, which now always contained a medium-sized crochet bird, reminiscent of a pigeon, with her, and ever since Irene's death, she has always brought this medium-sized, pigeon-like, crochet bird that has the same perfume as Irene.perfume. Whenever she missed her friend or wanted to tell her something, she alwaysconvey a message, she hugged itthe plush for comfort as hersolace, a way of grieving her death.untimely demise. As she had started to put her shoes on, she felt something--aon her shoes, a peculiar sensation interrupted her. A presence, someone, an aura.aura, caught her attention. She immediately stopped what she was doing and quicklyhastily opened her backpack and grabbed the pigeonbackpack, grabbing the plush embracing it and holdingpigeon, clutching it tightly yet softly and gentlytenderly in her arms. As she kept the pigeon plush in her arms,With the bird firmly in her grasp, she heard a soft, familiar voice say, "Asher?..". After hearing an unforgettable, softcall out, "Asher?" The unmistakable sound of that gentle female voice, she quicklyvoice sparked excitement within her, as she turned around in excitement, thinking it wasswiftly, hoping for a miraculous encounter with Irene. Not to her surprise, no one was behind her, but instead, she feltDisappointingly, nobody stood there, only the cold wind brushbrushing against her face as she stared in the breezy weather with disappointment.face. As she walked onstrolled along the sidewalk, she felt a light tap on her shoulder which caused her to quickly look back. To her surpriseprompted her to turn back quickly. Once again, no one was there again. She continued walkingstood behind her. Onward she went until she reached the parkreaching the park, where she sawspotted her friends sitting down under a big familiargathered beneath a towering, recognizable tree. She sprinted as soon as she sawWithout hesitation, she hastened toward them. "I missed you guys!",guys!" Asher exclaimed as she pulledexclaimed, enveloping them intoin a tight group hug. After she sat down with them it was a bit silentHowever, after they settled down, a gripping silence took hold, as if they were in athe park had transformed into a somber cemetery, they feltwith the cold wind brush ontobrushing against their faces. "So How"So, how are you guys?" Theo said, clearly trying to strike upattempted to break the silence, striving to initiate a conversation. "Could be better.."better..." Asher murmured asmurmured, her voice quivered.trembling. The group stayed silent as a sign of having the same reply, hearing theremained quiet, their shared sorrow manifesting in a profound absence of words; only the rustling of leaves rustle.disrupted the tranquility. The park, a place whereonce an abode for shared secrets and laughter were exchanged, had dead silence. Hannah spoke up to break the silencelaughter, now lay shrouded in eerie stillness. Hannah, breaking the silence, voiced the collective disbelief. "I still can't believefathom Irene's gone..absence... She was always filled with laughter, smiles, and joy..".joy..." Felix chimed in, contemplating the same sentiment, "You're right..right... None of this adds up.." Felix murmured. "I still can't believemakes sense..." Asher added, overwhelmed by the notion that someone would do that.." Asher added. Thecould commit such an atrocity. Nods of agreement followed as the group nodded and sat in silence but all of a sudden a bigcontemplation. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind caused the leaves to rustle loudly, causing goosebumps to rise uprustled the leaves, sending a shiver down their arms.spines. "Did you guys feel that?.."that?" Felix saidquestioned with a worried voice. "Yeah.. Buttone. "Yes, but maybe we're just on edge because of Irene's death.."death," Hannah said. The group talked, losing sensereasoned. As they continued their conversation, oblivious to the passage of time, so as soon as they saw that the sun was rising, theywere alerted to the need for departure by the rising sun. They all agreed to goreturned home, keeping their long-lastingcontemplating thoughts aboutregarding Irene's death to themselves as they walked into the coldunspoken, while enveloped by the chilling night breeze. That night wasn'tproved to be a restless one of Asher's best ones.for Asher. As she lay in her bed, holdingclutching her plush tightly next to her looking at her ceiling trying to fall asleep,pigeon by her side, her gaze fixed on the ceiling, she heard it again.. The soft familiar voice haunting her ever since the morning, "Asher..again--an echoing, unmistakable voice. "Asher... He did it.." This time it wasn't ait..." No longer a mere whisper, it was real. It echoedthe voice resonated throughout her whole room. She knew it couldn't be fake.room, leaving her in no doubt that Irene's voicevoice, or whatever force it was, sought to communicate with her. That thought lingered as she drifted to sleep. In the following days, strange occurrences became commonplace--an unexplained presence in the hallway, whispers that was, is reaching out to her. She slept with that thought roaming throughout her mind. The next few days were filled with more experiences of strange occurrences, hearing footprints in the hallway when no one was there, more strange whispering. Those whispers weren't normal.. At times the whispers would say, "Help me." or at times "He did it." The group distanced themselves from each other for days, which turned into=weeks. The group decided to meet again, but at the school library. A place where students should at least feel safe. The group huddled together in one place in the library, "So guys.. I think we have to at least find out what happened to Irene.. Things like these aren't normal." Ryujin whispered, trying not to grab the attention of the other students. They all nodded in agreement, determined to find out what happened. Ever since that day the group has been meeting daily at parks, libraries, and at Asher's room. They took all the evidence they could get and tried to connect all the photos to one. They took Irene's journal from her mother, who was giving away her old stuff. They read each page from her journal, finding almost no clue or hints. Until they read one specific page. "He's onto me. I'm scared. Everytime I look out my window, he's getting closer. My time has come. He's outside the school campus waiting for me." They read the page with chills running down their spines. "W-What?.." Felix muttered. "We need to find out who this guy is.." Hannah said. They spent hours and days trying to find out about this man. Some had sleepless nights where they had to sleep between classes. After days, weeks and months, they found two suspects. One of them managed to be their friend. As they read more pages of Irene's journal, they found out that Irene had been secretly putting descriptions on some pages about the guy who murdered her. After the group did research, it turned out this wasn't the first encounter Irene had with this man. Apparently, years ago, this man tried poisoning her while she was on vacation in Hawaii. The group asked Irene's relatives if they knew who she was or had any clues. After two months, they found the guy. "Guys!" Asher exclaimed. "I found the guy, his name's Blake Miller. He was a teacher here, and he had a criminal record for attempted murder. 7:32 am, near her classroom, he could've kidnapped her or killed her on the spot with this 12-inch kitchen knife." Asher explained. "How do you know all of this?.." Felix questioned her. "Let's just say I didn't sleep for a few weeks.. Oh, and he did this before he had a flight going to Los Angeles, so no one would catch him." Asher asserted. The group, but mainly Asher, decided to go to the head of the school's office and report what they think happened. It took weeks for the head to get it, but once she got it, she quickly wrote back to them stating that she had told the police about their report. The police continued to search for this man until they found him on the streets near Bedford's high school once again, where he claimed he was going to murder another student in the investigation room. The head of the school wrote back to them one last time that the police had caught the man and that justice had been served for Irene and her family. The group celebrated in victory as soon as they found out that their friend, a classmate, and a familiar face in the hallways were now safe and peacefully resting. The quiet hallways of Bedford High turned into laughter, smiles, and a safe place.sent shivers.