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Laura: guys. It's 8 o'clock. I'm at the school basement where the pool is. I have the chains....Ms Parker will be here any minute. Got it?...be here in 10. Or else?
Chanel: ok. We're on are way.
Aili: so we're gonna chain her to the bottom of the pool and drown her?
Ariana: that's the plan isn't it?
Hannah: why are you guys at our house?
Hollie: Laura sent us here to get some extra chains.......are we really doing this?
Chanel: we have to if we don't want her to kill us.
Ross: hey guys.
Clem:....Ross? How did you get in here?
Ross: the door was open. I'm here to see Laura.
Aili: Laura's not here.
Ross:...then what are you guys doing here?
Chanel: Laura's at school. We came to get some extra chains cause we're going to murder Ms Parker. But Laura for get them cause she's already got them all.
Ariana: Chanel! You idiot!
Ross: you're going to do what? Are you guys crazy?! You can't go to the school now? It's late!
Chanel: well nah! That way no one will be at school to hear Ms Parker scream when we're killing her!
Hollie: Chanel, you really are an idiot.
Ross: (pushes them all in the closet and locks the door)
Hollie: what? Ross!
Aili: Ross, let us out!!!
Ariana: what are you doing Ross?
Ross: stopping you guys!...and stopping Laura from doing something stupid.
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Laura's POV
Where are they! I can't kill her by my self! It's been 20 minutes. Now I'm standing next to pool in a basement, holding a bunch of chains looking like an idiot!
Ms Parker: Laura?
Laura:....uh...hey, Principal Parker.
Ms Parker: I got your email. Why did you want to meet me here?
Laura:...just wanted to talk....about the camping trip...and stuff.
Ms Parker: why are you holding all those chains?
Laura:....they are.....a present....for you. I wanted to get you something. Didn't know what you wanted.
I smile nervously.
Ms Parker: so you got me chains?
Laura: not really actually....I just...really like holding chains.
I'm actually really scared. I'm alone, in a basement with a pool, holding a lot of chains, with a murderer, that I planned I on killing her with, and she can use them to kill me.
Ms Parker: well, if you're not gonna talk about anything you might as well go home...I've got things to do, and oh have to go get ready for the trip next week.
Laura: okay.....bye Principal Parker.
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Tuesday, 08:26am
Ariana: have you guy seen Laura today
Chanel: no. We're going out today though. Remind her.
I'm right her bitches....I am holding in the anger that I have for these girls....I see they haven't been to there lockers yet.....or the Internet.
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Hollie, Ariana, Aili, Clem, Hannah and Chanel's POV
Email notification.
From Laura.
Attention all useless sluts of Cali high. Congratulations. If you're reading this, it means you've overcome the limitations of your tiny manatee brains, and opened an email! Now if your asking yourself "umm, wait. I'm confused. Is Laura talking to me? Am I a useless Cali high slut?" -- then simply ask yourself the following question aloud: is my name Aili Anderson, Ariana Grandé, Chanel Wieners, Clem Marano, Hannah Marano, or Hollie Oberlin? Because if the answer to that is yes, then felicitation at this missive is for you.
So. Do you all remember to meet at the campus pool and kill Ms Parker, and I got all the chains and all the heavy stuff, so that when it came time to meet, you didn't even have to do anything. Just show up. You just had to come meet at the pool in the basement.....and then, do you remember not coming to the pool!? Despite me making it super easy for you? By getting all the stuff we needed, and a plan so simple, that an orangutan could've figured it out! Like literally, a circus ape of moderate intelligence could have looked down at the phone, with the alarm and flashing light sticking out, as comical lederhosen, and seen it light up, and used her short little legs to waddle over to its shinny motorized shiners car, and driven to the pool like I asked. Do you remember any aspect of this super simple plan? That's not a rhetorical question. I'm literally asking, if your tiny slut brains have the power to process ANY OF MY SUPER-SIMPLE ORANGUTAN-LEVEL INSTRUCTIONS! Because what I remember, is that NONE OF YOU SHOWED UP. And I had to sit at that stupid pool, by myself, like a GRADE - A ASSHAT! With a bag full of enormous chains, to drowns Principle Parker with, and then have a super-awkward convo with her where I was like "oh derr, I just like bringing enormous chains to pools." And I looked like a total doo. Now, I don't know what you whores could've been doing that was more important than helping your Cali high president drown a murderer, but unless that thing you were doing was getting enemas of pure liquid gold, at a new local establishment called "liquid gold colonics for young sluts". Like if you were doing LITERALLY anything else, then all of you should seriously consider doing the human race a favor, and getting sterilized. I'm not being precocious. I literally think you should consider undergoing a surgical procedure to remove your ovaries. Thereby sparing human race exposure to your DNA. You five trollops are the worst are the worst kinds of humans beings ever born, and you should REALLY watch your backs. Because if this serial killer targeting Cali high doesn't chop off your heads, I'M GONNA DO IT!!! So I can sell your tiny whore brains to science.
Sincerely, Laura Marano. 😊
Oh...my...god!
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Amie....