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Chapter I

She waited. And waited.

She was waiting for a cab. It had been fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes of waiting for a cab. She would’ve been home by now. She just needed to leave the prom. Why? Well, she knew the prom queen would be dying on this day. She knew the prom queen was gonna be Jane Turner.

“Annabelle!” A voice yelled out her name. She turned to see her best friend, Michael Stanton.

“Oh, hey Mickey!” She watched him run down the stairs to her. Annabelle noticed noises inside.

“Don’t hey Mickey me, Annabelle.” He gave her a mad look.

“What’s wrong Michael?” She gave him a confused look.

“You killed her.” She was shocked.

“We. Killed. Her. Not just me. Most likely it was all you because you brought me into this. It was literally you. All you.” She explained to him. Now he was giving off a confused aura.

“Me? How m-” He was interrupted. Annabelle was mad now.

“It was all you! She broke your heart and you wanted your best friend's help! You killed her. I gave ideas! So don’t blame it on me!”

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