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Chapter 8
Learning hoặc murder?
“Miss Lorean and Miss Jenkins, keep it down!” Our teacher barked.
Jess rolled her eyes. “It’s Mrs. Jenkins, sir.”
The class exploded into giggles, and I could’ve sworn Mr. Hiat cracked a smile before smoothing it into an annoyed frown. “Is that so?”
Jess nodded, batting her eyelashes. I tried to contain my giggles as she stood up and flashed us a ring. “It is baby!”
The whole class cheered and started clapping, Jess did a little bow and then sashayed back to our desk. I was grinning so widely.
“Insane!”
“You know it,” Jess blew a Kiss to the whole gawking class.
After that weird outburst, we started to settle down and actually work. My happiness from earlier deflated and I remembered the information I had learned in the past few days.
My older sister, who I adored, who I wanted to be like, who everyone thought was perfect.
Wasn’t that perfect at all.
I felt my mind straying from our hopeless assignment that was được trao to us, we were nearly done. But why should schoolwork matter? My sister was murdered, killed. And I have to make this replica of a house that was burned down years ago, when I could be solving Dorothy’s murder.
I thought of the boat, of the prank Rob described, I remember hearing that in the paper. We knew it was the prank, and we sympathized the girl, but we knew she should’ve kept her guard up. I mean, it has to a bit a strange, of a group of people being invited to a really được ưa chuộng party out of nowhere.
“They were partying on that yacht, I bet bạn they were drinking”. My sister doesn’t drink, she couldn’t, wouldn’t.
“When they did something it would usually lead to calling the police, extreme pranksters they were”. My sister scoffs at those people.
“Then they pushed some kid in the water, and she started freaking out because she saw the alligator”. My sister wouldn’t want to harm anyone.
I remember exactly what she đã đưa ý kiến to me before she left, she had looked excited and she gave me a Kiss on the cheek and told me she loved me about one hundred times. Dorothy was nervous too.
What did they do to her? What did Dorothy do? I heard the distinctive sound of a door slamming, a scream, yelling. As giây passed the noise grew louder and louder, I thought I heard someone call my name. But before I could respond I was standing on a boat, loud âm nhạc poured out of it, blasting my eardrums. People were entering, looking proud pleased, and popular. But they soon were going to get the shock of their life.
“It’s all set right?” I whipped around to see Dorothy in a cute mini blue dress, whispering nervously to a stunning brunette.
“Everything’s in perfect motion,” she đã đưa ý kiến smoothly, a twisted edge in her eyes as she smiled and waved at her guests.
Dorothy grinned to, fingering a chuỗi hạt, chuỗi hạt cườm as she threw a quick glance to the water. “Everything’s ready to go down.”
I felt myself deflate at the impending doom that was to be bestowed on these kids, the evidence that proved my sister was a part of this.
Let the prank commence.
Chapter 8
Learning hoặc murder?
“Miss Lorean and Miss Jenkins, keep it down!” Our teacher barked.
Jess rolled her eyes. “It’s Mrs. Jenkins, sir.”
The class exploded into giggles, and I could’ve sworn Mr. Hiat cracked a smile before smoothing it into an annoyed frown. “Is that so?”
Jess nodded, batting her eyelashes. I tried to contain my giggles as she stood up and flashed us a ring. “It is baby!”
The whole class cheered and started clapping, Jess did a little bow and then sashayed back to our desk. I was grinning so widely.
“Insane!”
“You know it,” Jess blew a Kiss to the whole gawking class.
After that weird outburst, we started to settle down and actually work. My happiness from earlier deflated and I remembered the information I had learned in the past few days.
My older sister, who I adored, who I wanted to be like, who everyone thought was perfect.
Wasn’t that perfect at all.
I felt my mind straying from our hopeless assignment that was được trao to us, we were nearly done. But why should schoolwork matter? My sister was murdered, killed. And I have to make this replica of a house that was burned down years ago, when I could be solving Dorothy’s murder.
I thought of the boat, of the prank Rob described, I remember hearing that in the paper. We knew it was the prank, and we sympathized the girl, but we knew she should’ve kept her guard up. I mean, it has to a bit a strange, of a group of people being invited to a really được ưa chuộng party out of nowhere.
“They were partying on that yacht, I bet bạn they were drinking”. My sister doesn’t drink, she couldn’t, wouldn’t.
“When they did something it would usually lead to calling the police, extreme pranksters they were”. My sister scoffs at those people.
“Then they pushed some kid in the water, and she started freaking out because she saw the alligator”. My sister wouldn’t want to harm anyone.
I remember exactly what she đã đưa ý kiến to me before she left, she had looked excited and she gave me a Kiss on the cheek and told me she loved me about one hundred times. Dorothy was nervous too.
What did they do to her? What did Dorothy do? I heard the distinctive sound of a door slamming, a scream, yelling. As giây passed the noise grew louder and louder, I thought I heard someone call my name. But before I could respond I was standing on a boat, loud âm nhạc poured out of it, blasting my eardrums. People were entering, looking proud pleased, and popular. But they soon were going to get the shock of their life.
“It’s all set right?” I whipped around to see Dorothy in a cute mini blue dress, whispering nervously to a stunning brunette.
“Everything’s in perfect motion,” she đã đưa ý kiến smoothly, a twisted edge in her eyes as she smiled and waved at her guests.
Dorothy grinned to, fingering a chuỗi hạt, chuỗi hạt cườm as she threw a quick glance to the water. “Everything’s ready to go down.”
I felt myself deflate at the impending doom that was to be bestowed on these kids, the evidence that proved my sister was a part of this.
Let the prank commence.
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Because I'm too lazy to type it again. :P I wrote this poem because I just graduated a school and it's really sad, and I do not like the idea of leaving all of my friends. I know that there are a few that I'll never see again. So I kind of vented about it through this poem. I hope it's good. Hgfan5602 is such an inspiration, so this is pretty much dedicated to them. I've always stunk at poems, and I haven't written one in ages, so I hope this will suffice as a decent piece of poetry.
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