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8~Last One Standing
It was almost time. From the technology control room of Hollywood Arts, the murderer waited. Everything was going according to plan.

Almost everything.

Apparently, 3 annoying blonde girls were sitting in the principal's office right now.

Speaking of their theories. So close to figuring things out. Too close for comfort.

The murderer took a deep breath and loaded their gun. It was a simple small silver pistol. Some may even call it pretty. But, it's use and all the damage it has caused was not pretty to most of Hollywood Arts.

But to the murderer, it was beautiful.

Besides a fork in the road, everything was going perfectly according to the plan.

"Principal Helen, your delivery's here." An assistant chirped. The principal stood up from her chair and walked outside of her office to receive it. Taylor, Emily, and Quinn were all sitting on a couch. They were the only ones left in the room.

The lights went off. Emily heard a door close.

Then the gunshots began.