January 30, 2009Casting Calls (for new fanfiction + I need some ideas).So I was thinking when Project Drama ended I wouldn't be doing a second season I'd probably just let it go. So I'm going to do a new story (I will still do PD) with new people, basically a whole new storyline! I'm not sure yet the character names or anything just sign up and I'll pick people (basically everyone who signs up). I don't know if it'll be a fanfiction or not one...I want different bands. Even though I don't like All Time Low people seem to enjoy their fanficts and maybe The Academy Is...? Or just an original fanfiction. I need some help and ideas! Oh and if you'd like to sign up here's the form: Your Name:
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January 27, 2009Project Drama [Part 39]Project Drama [Part 39] Recap: Yes, I liked Trohman. Bethany’s P.O.V “Hey, Alice do you know where Gee is?” She shook her head she seemed in a hurry and I could hear her crying when she got outside talking to somebody. I felt bad about not really caring about Alice’s feelings but we weren’t that close even though I’d been living with her about two months. I preferred Mikey because we’d talk about universities/colleges, bands and new TV shows. Alice barely talked to me she was caught up in her own world. “MIKEY! WHERE IS GEE?!” I called up the stairs. “Beth, I’m busy,” he said coming down the stairs. “You should try at Blair’s or something. She went to see Emily in Juvie and she was pretty emotional after, trust me I heard her on the phone,” he stopped drinking out of the milk carton, “sorry, I’m really thirsty and all this homework and college preparing. It’s a bit disgusting I know, I always got mad when Gee did it.” “So, he is at Blair’s?” I nodded my head almost ignoring everything he said. His expression completely changed almost ticked off. “Sorry, Mikey just…yeah, we’ll talk later. When are you going to see the college councilor?” “Oh thanks, soon,” “Sweet, got to go, bye,” I interjected running out the door with a medium-sized, circular-shaped purse. Blair had taught me well. I got into Sara’s yellow Porsche and drove to Blair’s. Mikey ended up being correct because Gee’s new Chevrolet was in the driveway and Ms. Vaness’. I knocked on the door slightly and Gee did answer. “Hey, Beth…Bethany. Blair is in a bad state right now. Um, a really bad state. I’ve never seen her cry before, at all. She never cries! I’m really worried.” I nodded my head. “I’ve never saw her cry before either. Did she just get back from the Juvie centre?” He nodded his head. “I don’t know…um,” “The only thing I can think of is Jessica. But she wouldn’t like the idea of meeting her very much.” “Don’t be so sure, Gee. They were both held at gunpoint, together and Emily is both of their friend also, Claire. So I think it’s quite inevitable.” I exclaimed. Gerard nodded his head agreeing and he let me inside pulling out his cellular device on the way dialing in what I hope was Jessica’s digits. “Jess, hey, yeah. It’s me Gee. Uh, um…Blair. She’s crying. Yeah, she saw her. Did you? Why? Okay. Then never mind. Can you? Please? You need to see her. No, Bethany can’t. Please? Thank you,” and then he hung up. “Maybe I should leave,” I stated. “Jessica’s coming over and I don’t want to stir up anything. She hates me…I’m sure.” “Jess doesn’t hate you. She doesn’t hate anyone really. Maybe she just dislikes you a bit,” Gee frowned saying. “We should both go let them clear things up. Let’s just go for lunch.” I gasped. Well, probably not in reality…hopefully I didn’t. That would be major embarrassing. “Y-yeah, sure.” I agreed automatically. “Blair sweetie,” Gee called and he led me upstairs to the library room. She was lying in a pile of large ancient reading articles and thin rabbit-coloring novels. It looked very unusual. “This is horrible,” he whispered to me. “Jessica is coming.” Blair stopped crying abruptly but she didn’t say a rude comment or anything. She silently got up from her pile of books and walked to the next aisle and threw more books on the floor falling into them. “We’re going to leave,” he said kissing her on her forehead and she nodded. It was perfect timing because right when we got out of the door Jessica showed up. Gerard and I took different cars because he came in his Chevrolet earlier so we just went into ours. We were going to go to Polar Palace an ice cream place nearby our home but we wanted to go for lunch. I’m not bragging or anything but we went to a very expensive steakhouse called The Keg. It was way better compared to the ice cream place and it was so nice inside. Nice flowing white lights went around the restaurant. But the waiters were very…hot. No, it was like all girls and they were all 20 Newport young step mom’s dating your 40-50 father. “Well, how stupid are they? Obviously she didn’t. She’s very small and skinny and I heard the guys were buff and Joe’s Dad and Spencer and Tyson?! She’s lucky she didn’t get killed. I think there is no way she could kill ten big people. No. It just doesn’t work.” “Well,” he started. “No, she didn’t do it. There is absolutely no evidence she killed any of them except for Claire.” “She killed Claire! That’s horrible! That’s something nobody can forget! I’m glad she’s in Juvie I hope she gets sentenced murder and get’s sent early to prison or house arrest or something!” He replied rudely almost yelling his voice limiting the capacity of the room. I looked down not replying and the waiter came with a sneer on her face, “Keep it down!” Then her face became a happy smile again. “What can I get you two? Our lunch steak combo for two?”
“Do you think something was going on with Blair?” He started totally ignoring my statement. “Um…? No.” I answered awkwardly. “Well, she seemed different at the Masquerade. I mean overall, she seems nicer…to anyone but Jessica that is well, was before all this occurred. What did the press say about Emily and Joe’s father?” Gee stated asking me too. I shook my head thinking about it. There were so many different stories I didn’t know what to make of it all. “The major published story in the Newport Sun was that Emily was working in an undercover gang with a leader unknown. I guess Joe’s father was a victim of the gang. He got scammed or something and Emily was making him pay. Then Claire was trying to save them but Emily killed her. But Emily’s defense is that she saved Blair and Jessica because they were held at gunpoint from Claire.” I exclaimed the plot I read in Newport’s newspaper. “Well, first of all, Claire wouldn’t hold her best friends at gunpoint.” He said firstly and then after a long moment quickly continued, “Secondly, Emily ‘saw’ Claire kill Tyson and when she ‘saw’ Claire try to shoot Blair and Jessica she immediately thought it was vengeance of some kind which is outrageous because I know for a fact that Blair and Jessica wouldn’t have done something that horrible to make their best friend almost shoot them!” “Just their theory Gee…” He prompted, “So then what was going on with Blair beforehand, guilt of some sort? She left the Masquerade earlier when she won the queen spot. I was just standing their all by myself until Josh mentioned to me she left early because she wasn’t feeling good and winning the queen spot at Madsen dances are really big to her and she wouldn’t let ‘being sick’ bring her down.” “She did mention her father was staying home a lot and spending a lot of time with her. Well, her mother on the other hand usually stays home always goes out and leaves to Los Angeles and San Diego. But she never said anything more of it.” I disclosed. Gerard did a small nod with a disorganized expression on his face. “That’s not like Frank to miss work. He hasn’t missed work for a good ten to eleven years. He’s a famous lawyer and private investigator…he never takes his mind of his cases.” “Well, I’ve only seen his once. When I went to pick up Blair…he did look disoriented.” “We should go over there and see what’s going on with Jessica and her.” Alice’s P.O.V “Can you two just talk? Everything is fine now. I’m back. Everything is all good. We can all go back to being best friends. You know like in the beginning?” Hayley carried threw. She just wouldn’t let Zac and I not be friends. “Ah, please?” I rolled my eyes abiding, “Well, usually friends believe other friends.” I could tell Zac was resisting but he blurted out quickly, “Usually friends don't lie/push other friends in their pool.” “You’re kidding, right?” I sighed loudly at Zac. This was definitely all his fault, I thought to myself. “OKAY YOU GUYS,” Hayley passed on the subject quickly continuing, “No more fighting! I had enough. What exactly are you fighting over, me? I’m back. It’s over!” Zac and I both started to mouth something but Hayley hushed us quickly. “First of all, Zac football season is over. You have volleyball season to worry about. Second of all, Alice there is no need to bring up the past.” “HA!” I rolled my eyes and started to dispute. “Overly aggressive?!” Hayley disputed, “STOP! WHY DO YOU GUYS ALWAYS FIGHT?! Just slow down for a second and let me speak! Everything is over and down with!” “NO,” I interjected and I stopped not knowing what to say and the words just slipped out of my mouth almost like I had no control over it, “YOU HAVE A BIG DRUG PROBLEM!” Hayley paused her eyes patrolling up. “I mean, like we need to get through it. Together.” I somehow hated Hayley at the moment but then I felt sorry for her too. I always hated Hayley since Zac and her started going out. It wasn’t jealously or anything…I don’t think so. No, why would I be jealous? Zac is just my best friend. “SO SHE BRINGS UP THE PAST!” Zac screamed. It was so loud I had never heard Zac speak so loudly and so meanly…not even to Josh. I went completely speechless and silent. I put my face into my knees and I started sobbing. I kept replaying his response over and over again. I could feel their eyes just watching me. “I’m – I’m,” I could hear Zac’s quiet footsteps coming fast toward me. Then I felt his arms move my upper body up and he squeezed me pulling me toward him sitting me down on his legs. I tried to break him off me but he wouldn’t let go. I wrapped my arms around him too. “It’s okay Zac…” Hayley said. I ignored her not letting him go. “She needs to stop bring up the past.” Her voice was annoying me. It was cutting into a pure spread of joy throughout my body. It was deleting the joy and making the happy consciousness start to release. “I’m sorry,” Zac whispered. I slowly let him go with a smile and we both got up from the floor of the school’s library. We both ran to the center of our distance and I jumped on him giving him a friendly bear hug. “We are never fighting again!” He grinned widely and agreed, “Never!” I turned my head to see Hayley’s face and his reaction and I’m not even lying it was full of hatred. You made Hayley jealous! Ha, ha, ha, ha! “We should go to the arcade!” Zac celebrated. “Free period should be over in,” the loud bell rang through my voice. “Now...” Zac smiled widely. “This is great! Now that we all are in the same P.E class! It’s so great you changed your schedule, Allie!” I did a small grin. I hated P.E…so much! Now with Hayley…where did this hatred come from? She was just jealous because Zac liked me more. I smirked to myself at the thought. We grabbed out text books. We were definitely all late but it was gym so we just had to change very fast. Hayley and Zac went one way (which worried me…for some reason) and I went the other running to our lockers quickly to put back our text books. They weren’t running just chatting about God-knows-what. Why was I so mad? I mean it’s not like we were fighting over Zac or something…I definitely wasn’t jealous. When I got to P.E class I could see Hayley and Zac giggling together and then they separated. I hurried into the girls changing room. “Hayley,” I said with basically a fake smile. “I am so glad that Zac and I got over our little fight. I wouldn’t worry it was definitely not about you,” I emphasized some words, definitely ticking her off. I continued, “I mean why we would fight over you? It was just some emotional things we were going through.” I could see her facial expression change more then slightly. “It’s what people do when,” I thought of some more words to drive her insane, “they are so close you know? Or maybe you wouldn’t,” I grinned widely, “I’ve been best friends with Zac for a long time.” I quickly threw on my clothes in a stall and nudged her in the shoulder with a very wide smile. I love P.E!
I was stuck for awhile on Alice's P.O.V...like I couldn't decide who's P.O.V would be next and then like three days later I picked Emily and that didn't work out...and yeah. Sorry. Part 40 next!
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January 6, 2009Project Drama [Part 38]Project Drama [Part 38] Recap: Emily with a gun in her hand. Emily’s P.O.V “Mrs. Karen, our lawyer, thinks she can get you out on self-defense. It’s just so stupid you’re in here. Can’t they let us have you until the hearing?” My mom rambled on. “Frank Vaness and Bakery’s are all going to hear about this! I could just imagine the press has a good copy. Listen, sweetie I need to tell you something a little unpleasant but you can’t get mad, okay?” I nodded my head. I’ll probably hear it anyway, I thought. “The policemen at the scene suspect it was you that killed the two boys and Kevin Trohman. They think you were in some gang squad that came from Idaho.” “What?” I felt tears run down my face. “How could they think I killed them?” I shook my head. “Mom,” I whispered, it didn’t really matter if the social worker at my table heard me my voice was just too weak to carry on, “I saved Jess and Blair. Didn’t they tell you that?” “Sweetie,” Jennifer (my mom) said quickly, “I haven’t heard from Jessica or Blair.” I cried more. “I’ll come and see you when I can. I’m just so busy Emily it’s hard to come visit you all the time in Juvenile Detention. I need to go hire a maid, take Amber to her ballet recital, and go pick your Dad up from the airport. I have to go though, sweetie, see you when I can,” “Wait, did my Dad,” but she had already hung up. A small, petite lady walked in the barred doors. She had jet black, choppy, short-cropped hair and beetle eyes with bright red lipstick, a black pencil skirt and a white collar shirt. “Mrs. Addison, there is visitor for Emily Morrison.” My social worker (Mrs. Addison) nodded. “Would this be her?” I nodded then. “Come with me, my dear,” the lady was exceptionally nice making small talk. “You’ll only get 5-10 minutes for visiting hours. But I’m sure we could arrange more time later. Then I’ll get Stewart to settle you into a room.” I nodded my head again. “Who are they?” I spoke quietly shaking. “Um,” she replied looking at a stack of papers she was holding in her hands shuffling them around repeatedly. She answered finally a particular white sheet of paper, “Blair Vaness, daughter of Frank Vaness.” She put in a room where all the other delinquents were. I could see Blair and her hair straightened and brushed down with a pearl black headband and a white leather coat and white pair of jeans that were skinny at the bottom.
Blair looked down awkwardly and shuffled with a stack of playing cards in her hands. She dealed a game of 31 and was silent for a bit until her mouth opened at she whispered quietly, “I don’t know what’s good or bad anymore.” Her voice almost got louder each word. “Emily, y-y-you saved m-m-me,” Blair stuttered shivering, “Y-y-you k-k-killed Claire.” I frowned unhappily. “Not you too…I had to, Blair, I had to. I didn’t want you and Jessica to die. She killed everyone. She killed Tyson. I saw her kill Tyson then hold you guys down at gunpoint.” “Why would Claire try to kill us?” “I don’t know,” I spoke truthfully. “She killed Tyson and she was about to kill you guys. I’m not letting that happening. Maybe she had an adrenaline rush or something and went too far.” “Guard, I want to go,” “Please Blair,” I pleaded, “You’re all I have left. My mom doesn’t believe me! I can see her disgusted face every time she looks at me! I saved you!” Blair started to cry abruptly getting up, “I can’t believe you Emily, I just can’t right now. You and Claire are confusing me. I don’t know what was going on. I just know you killed Claire.” She looked down shamefully. “She was trying to kill you and Jess! I couldn’t let her do that to you! She killed Tyson too! I don’t know what was going through her mind, I just know…I just,” I stopped starting to cry too and the next words that came out of my mouth were the A.B.S.O.L.U.T.E truth, “I just know I didn’t want to lose my best friends.” I stated and cried heavily. I got up, knowing I had to whatever I could to make her to believe me. Blair came around the table putting her arms around me and squeezing me and tears fell on my shoulder. A long moment later she removed them. “I’ll come to your hearing.” Then she walked away. I couldn’t ask her anything else. She needed the answers more then I deserved or needed them. It hasn’t hurt that much knowing I killed Claire Miller. But I think now it has finally kicked in. I wanted to ask Blair where Jessica was and if she was coming to see me but for some reason it seemed too greedy. I got Blair. I killed Claire, my best friend. I was lucky enough I wasn’t already in prison. I was so lucky I was only sixteen going onto seventeen. “Hello, Emily, it’s time to go see your room,” the little lady spoke coming to greet me again and I already knew something. This was going to be the worst time of my life I have ever had! Anabelle’s P.O.V I already knew what had happened to Joe’s father, sort of. I didn’t bother to watch the news. The same thing happened to my father. He was shot. I definitely knew the vital signs. “Joe, stop it, please,” I pleaded quietly. He was shuffling around with his black tie. “May I ask what this occasion is?” “Death,” he responded sternly making no eye contact. “My father died.” He looked away awkwardly grabbing something in one of the many show cases. “Somebody shot him,” I said truthfully and maybe a little more seriously then I’d hoped to take on which made Joe feel uncomfortable. “My ex girlfriend,” he answered and sneered. Emily Morrison? My first intention was to start historically laughing but that didn’t seem to fit in the situation. Then I ended up with, “Emily Morrison?” I was pretty much speechless…his ex-girlfriend killed his father? Maybe there was a secret affair of some kind. “Then you have no use for me,” I spoke my voice quiet and cold almost sad. “What?” Joe questioned with his eyebrows up. I didn’t answer because I knew it was a question. “Uh no,” he answered, “you are definitely staying with me.” “No use, even I can see that. I could tell the whole world and all you’d do is run away and come for piece by piece.” I replied dully. “If I run away you do too. So just remember,” he came out of the shoe closet coming close to the bed I was lying on (constantly) and continued, “Wherever I’m going,” he got closer, “you’re going.” He cradled my face and watched my eyes closely. “I can’t leave though. They’d understand and they’d be too prepared when I, we run away and I they’d keep a close eye on me and I’d have to keep a close eye to him.” I stopped. “You honestly want to run away your whole life? You don’t take anyone else’s feelings into consideration? I like you and everything Joe I just can’t run forever.” I stopped again knowing I slipped some things out…a big thing. “You do?” That’s all he cared about and all his ears wanted to hear. He grinned. “Well, we’re not running away. We definitely have to take trips every now and then but don’t worry about anything else.” * “Los Angeles?” I tried. He shook his head. “How are you so calm with all this? Isn’t it a bit too overwhelming? Would your Dad want you to keep me on a lockdown?” I asked frequently. “Demolished? That’s a really aggressive term.” “We’re going to Palm Springs,” he ignored my question starting on something else. “My dad booked out a hotel room for the three of us and probably you,” he smiled, “so I told my mom I needed to get away for a bit. You know like stop talking about my Dad?” I nodded my head. “Yes, sorry. I just like to know things…” “I’ve noticed.” Joe smiled not bothering to look at me. He accelerated to 90 and it bothered me. I hated his driving. He went too fast and it always made me feel sick after a car ride and we usually go out of Orange County or outside of Newport. “Isn’t this hard for you?” “What?” That was a dumb questioned. “Well, I’m technically the only person you see everyday and all the maids, butlers, hotel managers, keepers, valet parking attendants. I mean parents or your friends?” “Yes, but I don’t have a choice.” Then he was silent and I realized the conversation had dropped. He put on some quiet Debussy and we were pretty quiet the rest of the way. I slept on and off. Joe didn’t tell me when we were here I just realized it because he ended up picking me up over his shoulders and laying me in a very comfortable bed. Then I was definitely unconscious after that. * “No, please stay here? I had a nightmare,” I interrupted. “Please?” I pleaded. He laid back down beside me putting my arms around his waist. I didn’t really know what this was. We were friends. Even though I confessed something to him but I don’t know what he thought it meant. Like the friend way or the other way? I was too tired to ask any other questions I just nestled my head in the middle of his shirt burying it underneath the blankets. “Good-night,” he kissed my forehead and I defiantly fell asleep after that. Yes, I liked Trohman.
I should post soon. I'm really getting into it. I didn't really like Anabelle's P.O.V but I hope Jess does anyways. I mean Joe's father just died shouldn't he be more sad? ...Well, I can't change it now. XD Buzz.
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January 2, 2009Project Drama [Part 37]Project Drama [Part 37] Recap: For a clue… Claire’s P.O.V “Hi,” I rolled my eyes. “I’m not supposed to be talking to you.” I chuckled at Jessica. She squinted her eyes. ‘Huh,’ she said dully. “You AND Blair have been getting on my nerves lately.” “Claire, I am just trying to ignore Blair and stuff and I don’t see how you and Emily should be involved with our fights because Blair has obviously taken this way too far. She told to Gerard that he had to make Josh break up with me! Well, she failed!” She shot. I sighed. “I don’t want to hear about it. You guys are so annoying. Emily has been getting on my nerves too. She thinks I’m somehow afraid of Spencer Chamberlain. Seriously, what is up with that?” I just walked away after I responded to her petty comment. I felt a breath on my neck I stopped annoyed. Sorry, Jessica I just don’t want to deal with Blair’s and your bullshit right now, I thought to myself. “Hello, Claire,” a whisper warmed my back and ear. I turned around suspiciously. It wasn’t Jessica. “You look frightened.” Spencer. What brilliant timing? “I’m not,” I sneered. He nodded his head. “Okay then?” Now he was uncomfortable. I think…he was invincible, emotionally. “Sorry, did I catch you at a bad time?” “No, I’m sick of Emily saying I’m scared of you. You’re just some (probably not rich) guy who came from a shit hole!” I snapped fiercely. “What?” I laughed and continued, “You know what I mean Spencer. It’s just so annoying they think they finally have something over me. Nothing. I’m still Claire.” Spencer nodded his head. “Right, you’re right,” he turned me around putting his hands around my waist. “What are you doing?” I said surprisingly quietly. “Nothing,” he whispered in my ear kissing my neck. “Nothing at all,” he lied and started squeezing me and pulling me somewhere. My conscience kept pulling me different places. Nevertheless, I let Spencer do it all. Oh and I did end up in a hotel room. “So you,” he spoke quietly, “are,” through kisses, “scared of me.” I giggled denying, “No, that’s what everyone thinks.” A big bang came our eyes shot open. The only thing I could think of was, ‘Jessica or Blair.’ They couldn’t see me – “ARE YOU CLAIRE MILLER?” A menacing voice spoke. It was a large man, African-American with a black mask over him. I looked at Spencer and stupidly he nodded his head. I hit him lightly on the head giving him a what-the-hell kind of look. The guy ran over grabbing my hardly on my forearm but then picked up me and put me around his shoulder. “HEY!” I could hear Spencer’s voice. “THAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!” The man carrying me roared grabbing Spencer by the neck almost dragging him. * I couldn’t see anything for the next half hour. It was mostly all darkness. I just know Spencer had a tight grip on me. His arms were cradling me. We were in a storage closet or something…I’m not even sure. A light came on abruptly and it hurt me eyes and I rushed into Spencer chest hiding my face away. “Well, isn’t this cute. Fairly annoying though don’t you think? I thought the parents in Newport Beach were quite drama-filled but these teenagers. Oh wow.” “What are you talking about?” I heard Spencer mumbled. I got pushed by a strong hold and I opened my eyes adjusting them to the bright light. We were in a storage closet. The menacing man who took us before had Spencer by both arms. A ringtone came on it was Spencer’s…it was ringing when we went into a hotel room. The man talking to us (it was so bright I couldn’t see him very well) had his immediate attention to the cellular device. “Thank you.” “Excellent.” I continued to sob right after that. I couldn’t handle just sitting there watching Spencer’s dead body lay on the floor. Dead. He was dead. I couldn’t even grasp the meaning. Spencer Chamberlain was dead. “Why are you doing this to me?” “Oh were not. I believe your friends Jessica White and Blair Vaness did it, they are your friend’s right?” “What do you mean?” The man chuckled coming out of the only darkness in the room and my eyes didn’t need to adjust to the image. “They’re just pretty greedy and disrespectful teenagers aren’t they, Claire? You know the missing girls on the news Anabelle Hurley and Mischa Barton? Mischa Barton was found dead if you didn’t read in the newspaper…if you even do read.” Mr. Trohman chuckled to himself. “They both killed her. What a tragedy…and Mischa is somehow connected to us,” he implied the large guys all around him, “we were trying to get Hayley Williams but my son did some mistakes…you know him right, Joe? I believe you dated his best friend.” He smiled showing his teeth and then continued, “But we didn’t get Hayley Williams because Jessica White and Blair Vaness killed Mischa and let Hayley go. Let out some bad news to the press. They connected you to the situation and I really wouldn’t like to do this,” he ruffled with something shiny that reflected in the mirror. It was a knife. I didn’t even need to see it.” “I’M COMING IN!” A man slowly stepped to the door opening it for him. “I COULDN’T CALL THE POLICE THE RECEPTIONIST SAID THE LINES WERE DOWN AND THE RECEPTION ON CELLS DON’T WORK ON THE BEACH SOMEHOW!” He hollered. “There’s someone outside the door,” some man panicked sort-of. “Well, look!” The man followed the instructions and looked outside but came in unsuccessful and I there was my shot. I grabbed the gun that was unoccupied from the menacing man that went to look outside. Stupidity. I aimed it at Mr. Trohman and I shot it. I didn’t think about it at all. I just did it. The sense of power and adrenaline ran through my weak body. “Shut up,” I interjected. “Stay right there,” I had the gun aimed at him as he dropped to the ground. “Claire I have been looking all – what are you doing?” Blair. “Claire I can’t believe – Blair – wait – Claire? What are you doing?” Jessica. “What are you doing?” Jessica asked backing away grabbing Blair’s arm. “What are you doing, Claire?” “You know what you did,” tears dropped down in my eyes. “HELP!” Tyson squealed from the room. I held up the gun in the storage room and I shot him. Then I put the I put my hand up holding them both at gunpoint. Tears fell but I knew what I was doing. Bang. A big jolt of pain shot through me, dark red blood splattered to the all over me and I fell to the floor. The only image I could see was…Emily with a gun in her hand.
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