australian roulette :: m.g.c.

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sara couldn't help that she cried so much.

she cried at least once everyday. but it usually wasn't about the things in front of her. usually it was because she was remembering what her mother had done to her the night before or what her fellow peers had said or that the guy she liked would never like her back. she had had a crush on michael the green haired maniac. always had, always will.

during the game of australian roulette, she was not only crying over her friends but the fact that she had let herself fall completely and hopelessly in love with a psychopath.

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"michael, i don't want to play this game anymore." marie said, beginning to stand up.

"no," michael yelled, suddenly getting a dark, crazy look in his eyes. "sit back down, marie. we haven't finished the game yet."

"yeah, marie. we're almost finished. if you wanted to back out, you should've done it earlier," alex agreed, raising an eyebrow at her. "besides, it's the first time michael's let us into his house. just sit back down, have a drink."

marie pinched the bridge of her nose before sitting back down and taking a large swig of the random alcohol calum had brought. alex smiled encouragingly at her and handed her the gun.

"one." marie said before taking another swig of her drink.

"two." alex said, sending marie a friendly wink.

"three." three teenagers pulled their trigger, not knowing if they're safe for now or going to lodge a bullet in their brain.

bang.

just two teens left now. one of them will be the winner. but what does the winner do afterwards now that all of his friends are dead?

marie.