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10~ The Hunt
"I hope you four girls have learner your lesson by the time lunch is over! Don't mess up my office!" Helen exclaimed. She opened the door of a small classroom and walked out into the hallway. Then, she closed it and locked Annie Dixon, Emily Bailey, Quinn Parrish, and Taylor Gilbert inside. Supposedly, this lunchtime unsupervised detention would teach them to not be vandals. Of course, this was not the case.

Immediately, Emily whipped her phone out and started texting her co-investigators.


 * Emily: Annie Dixon. Thoughts?
 * Taylor: idk
 * Quinn: ^
 * Emily: do you think she's a murderer?
 * Quinn: nahhh. She seems nice and sane
 * Taylor: trueeeee. But nothing is wat is seems these days.
 * Emily: What if the attacker and the murderer are different people with different motives?
 * Taylor: Nahhh. They both had guns. Coincidence?
 * Quinn: I THINK NOT.

"You guys don't have to hide the fact you think I attacked you and murdered everyone." Annie said, breaking the silence.

"We don't. " Quinn said.

"Besides. You're not psycho." Quinn said.

"Whatever," Annie said. "But, I wanna help with your little scooby doo gang."

"We're not a scooby doo gang. If we were, I'm be Daphne." Taylor said.

"You can help," Emily said. "We need as much as possible.,

Camille Jackson was the saddest girl in the world. As she stared at a picture of her and her boyfriend. Maybe friend. Jake Little. She was sure they were dating when he died. Of course, there was still Alex. But no matter, having an okay alive boyfriend was better than having a good dead one.

She closed her locker and started heading for the auditorium. Almost as soon as she walked in, someone pulled her backstage and into a dressing room.

She screamed.

Then, her light faded and the murderer had escaped.