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By the end of the night two teenagers were dead.
Mason Dale was killed. His throat slit by a beers broken glass. He was found in his friends basement. Some say his death was an accident, othe...
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"Do you honestly think this is a good idea?" Lizzie asked me, as she pulled on her converses.
I grimaced and applied another layer of red lipstick. "Yes, and change those shoes Lizzie!"
She groaned and flopped back onto her bed. "Can't we just hang out? I mean that's what you told your mom we were doing."
I ruffled my red hair taking one last look in the mirror before turning around and facing Lizzie.
"But that's no fun..." I said sitting down on her bed. I traced the flower pattern on her comforter. She's had the same one for years.
"I don't know Alice. You know I don't like that group. Last time they threw a party two kids got alcohol poisoning."
I nodded. That was the only thing our school talked about for a month. "But Lizzie, when will we ever be invited to one of their parties again ." I said grabbing her hand.
She sighed, but I could immediately tell I'd won her over.
"Fine."
I shrieked with joy, and danced around like a crazy person. Lizzie laughed and threw a pillow at my head.
"I hope you don't plan on dancing like that." She joked. She walked to her closet and pulled out some leather flats. I nodded my head in approval.
"Oh no trust me- I plan to dance like this." I did my sexiest dance move, Puckering my lips and flipping my hair.
"Oh my god! I don't want to see that ever again!" Lizzie laughed covering her eyes with her fingers.
I laughed, and this time I threw a pillow at her head.
