It was definitely not a normal thing for all of my new friends to skip school. I mean, their lives are perfect, Lana and Carrie love cheerleading everyday, and the boys love walking around like they own the school.
Hmm. I've heard a rumor that Carrie had an accident and is now unconscious on a hospital bed. So maybe Carrie is hurt, maybe she was in an accident, maybe there is a reason behind my friends' absence.
So, I decided to text Lana:
Me: hi
Lana: SOS
Me: ???
Lana: plz help
Me: where r u?!
Lana: idk
Me: ......
Lana: steve kidnapped me
Me: wth
Lana: helpppp
Me: how?
Lana: call my bodyguard
Me: k
Lana: he can track my phone
Me: got it
Lana: thx, gtg
Wait, what just happened?! How can Lana be kidnapped by Steve? I thought they were friends!
I excused myself from class with a hall pass that was supposed to be for a "bathroom break". Rushing out the door of the school, I felt stern glares on my back. Ignoring it all, I grabbed my car keys, and ran straight into my Bugatti.
With "Work Bitch," blasting, I swerved around the block, and finally after a lot of driving , arrived at Lana's Beverly Hills mansion.
I recognized her bodyguard standing right on the porch of their house, I waved at him frantically while rushing up the stairs.
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Destined Kills
FantasySome are accidental, but these were destined kills. Destined? Well, in her perspective, at least.
