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Chapter 12
A guilty red head’s confession
“Look, I just wanted to thank you, for everything.” Cali said, not looking me in the eye. “I just… lost control, I guess.”
I nodded, hugging her. “It’ll be okay.”
She nodded and then headed off to the buses, I was about to follow until I heard a voice calling my name. I turned around, thinking it was Azerien but surprised to see America running towards me.
“Summer! There آپ are, I’ve been looking everywhere for you! Where were you? آپ weren’t at class.”
“I was just went to help Cali, who was on the لائبریری floor bawling her eyes out.” I gave her a pointed look.
America winced. “I didn’t mean to make her cry, I was just angry with the whole picture thing.”
“But didn’t she do the right thing? Wasn’t he the man who ran from that shed? Wasn’t that the noble thing to do?”
America groaned. “I just…okay, fine. That probably was the right thing to do. But, I just… kind of wanted to find the killer ourselves. The police absolutely suck at doing their work in this town. When we first saw him, I went back.”
“Did آپ find anything?” I asked, making sure my eyes were wide and innocent.
“I found some shoes, a machete, and also this map, it’s at ہوم though. I was thinking of deciphering it and catching him. But that’s not important, I just wanted to tell آپ that I’m sorry, and can آپ tell Cali I’m sorry too?”
“Why can’t آپ tell her yourself?”
“Isn’t she angry at me for being such a vitch?”
I laughed at her substitute, “no, she’s just hurt. If آپ tell her yourself she’ll be happy.”
“It’s just that, when Cali moved here, she was just so oblivious to how bad this town is. Things like this always happen, and when آپ get proof of the legendary killer, well yeah, it’s important.”
“That important to treat her like that?” I ask giving her a skeptical look.
“No, not at all,” America shook her head miserably. “I just wanted to be the hero to catch him, and I overreact over everything! I really hate myself now.”
“You and Cali were always this close?”
“Were both names of places, yeah. Cali’s my besty, we clicked when we first met, I wouldn’t trade her for anything.”
“Then why don’t آپ tell her that?”
“You know what?” America declared with a determined look in her eye. “I will.”
“So everything’s okay?”
“As long as آپ two accept my apology, yeah!” America smiled brightly.
“I’m sure Cali would accept, and I forgive you.” I smiled back at her.
We stood like that for a few سیکنڈ before we تقسیم, الگ کریں up going to our different buses. I saw America bound off to the bus where Cali went. I could just make out in the window of America grabbing the کالر of some poor freshman, yanking them off the نشست and taking her rightful place اگلے to a stunned Cali, who America pulled into a warm hug.
Smiling, I finally got on my bus, where the bus driver was giving me a dirty look. Feeling dangerous, I gave him my infamous killer glare, and was pleased to see the driver shake as I took my seat. Azerien was nowhere to be found, so I didn’t have to endure an another awkward drive ہوم with him.
It felt like forever when the bus reached home, it still felt so weird to call it that though, there’s just something so foreign about it.
Like it’ll never be home, just a place that I’m staying at, before tragedy strikes.
Chapter 12
A guilty red head’s confession
“Look, I just wanted to thank you, for everything.” Cali said, not looking me in the eye. “I just… lost control, I guess.”
I nodded, hugging her. “It’ll be okay.”
She nodded and then headed off to the buses, I was about to follow until I heard a voice calling my name. I turned around, thinking it was Azerien but surprised to see America running towards me.
“Summer! There آپ are, I’ve been looking everywhere for you! Where were you? آپ weren’t at class.”
“I was just went to help Cali, who was on the لائبریری floor bawling her eyes out.” I gave her a pointed look.
America winced. “I didn’t mean to make her cry, I was just angry with the whole picture thing.”
“But didn’t she do the right thing? Wasn’t he the man who ran from that shed? Wasn’t that the noble thing to do?”
America groaned. “I just…okay, fine. That probably was the right thing to do. But, I just… kind of wanted to find the killer ourselves. The police absolutely suck at doing their work in this town. When we first saw him, I went back.”
“Did آپ find anything?” I asked, making sure my eyes were wide and innocent.
“I found some shoes, a machete, and also this map, it’s at ہوم though. I was thinking of deciphering it and catching him. But that’s not important, I just wanted to tell آپ that I’m sorry, and can آپ tell Cali I’m sorry too?”
“Why can’t آپ tell her yourself?”
“Isn’t she angry at me for being such a vitch?”
I laughed at her substitute, “no, she’s just hurt. If آپ tell her yourself she’ll be happy.”
“It’s just that, when Cali moved here, she was just so oblivious to how bad this town is. Things like this always happen, and when آپ get proof of the legendary killer, well yeah, it’s important.”
“That important to treat her like that?” I ask giving her a skeptical look.
“No, not at all,” America shook her head miserably. “I just wanted to be the hero to catch him, and I overreact over everything! I really hate myself now.”
“You and Cali were always this close?”
“Were both names of places, yeah. Cali’s my besty, we clicked when we first met, I wouldn’t trade her for anything.”
“Then why don’t آپ tell her that?”
“You know what?” America declared with a determined look in her eye. “I will.”
“So everything’s okay?”
“As long as آپ two accept my apology, yeah!” America smiled brightly.
“I’m sure Cali would accept, and I forgive you.” I smiled back at her.
We stood like that for a few سیکنڈ before we تقسیم, الگ کریں up going to our different buses. I saw America bound off to the bus where Cali went. I could just make out in the window of America grabbing the کالر of some poor freshman, yanking them off the نشست and taking her rightful place اگلے to a stunned Cali, who America pulled into a warm hug.
Smiling, I finally got on my bus, where the bus driver was giving me a dirty look. Feeling dangerous, I gave him my infamous killer glare, and was pleased to see the driver shake as I took my seat. Azerien was nowhere to be found, so I didn’t have to endure an another awkward drive ہوم with him.
It felt like forever when the bus reached home, it still felt so weird to call it that though, there’s just something so foreign about it.
Like it’ll never be home, just a place that I’m staying at, before tragedy strikes.
I have twenty pairs of X-His from the Converse store اگلے door, all pink. Okay, okay, see? I'm not normal. And that's not the end of it.
I have thirty T-shirts that say بھیڑوں, بھیڑ Vampires Rock on them. Yeah, I love the horror movie "Sheep Vampires." It's filled with بھیڑوں, بھیڑ that get tortured and wake up at midnight only to turn into بھیڑوں, بھیڑ vampires that suck the blood out of their shepherds. It's rated R, but my parents never notice. I bet they don't even know there's a rating system. Lucky for me.
So, this morning, I woke up, when my glass of Coke left from an سال پہلے shimmered. A misty face appeared.
"Jonas...come here to me...or آپ shall suffer the consequences...like your precious ancestors," the woman screamed.
Was it my imagination...or did I get sucked into my glass of Coke?
This is a crazy song I wrote called Rotten Tomatoes, and I hired the Black-Eyed Peas to sing it. WARNING: This song was meant for entertainment, and should in no way be connected to real people, places, یا things. It is not the author's responsibility for the medical bills if آپ die from laughter, یا possibly, thinking I'm weirdness.
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Converse is awesome
The Westing Game is gruesome
My دوستوں all ran
When they heard me say that
People say I'm weird
But look over there then,
That teen has a
White, fluffy beard
Chocolate coins rock
They're the celebs of the block
They're creamy and sweet
Cuz they always go to swim meets
I love Harry Potter
یا was it سیب, ایپل Rotter?
It was everyone's favorite,
But it soon molded.
Now, I'm almost five
And I live in a hive,
Like my other amigos
Who live in anthills!
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Converse is awesome
The Westing Game is gruesome
My دوستوں all ran
When they heard me say that
People say I'm weird
But look over there then,
That teen has a
White, fluffy beard
Chocolate coins rock
They're the celebs of the block
They're creamy and sweet
Cuz they always go to swim meets
I love Harry Potter
یا was it سیب, ایپل Rotter?
It was everyone's favorite,
But it soon molded.
Now, I'm almost five
And I live in a hive,
Like my other amigos
Who live in anthills!