𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦

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Charlotte was sitting in her forth period  history class doodling on the white part of her sneakers with a pink gel pen.

While her history teacher Mr.Keller
Said "a terrible tragedy, an unbearable loss. It's days like these that make up realize how lucky we are to be alive".

Mr.Keller was still on his rant until he spoke up and said  "Charlotte it appears to be your turn".

Charlotte got up and threw her bag over her shoulder and walked to the principals office.

She stood at the door waiting to be let in she could hear Sheriff Burke say "Who's next".

Dewy quickly responded by saying "Charlotte Macher".

Dewy opened up the door, Charlotte plopped down on the chair and set her bag down.

"How are you today Charlotte" sheriff Burke asks.

"I'm okay, this is all just kinda crazy" she responds.

Principal Himbry cut in by saying "We'll try and keep this short but the police have a few questions".

After about 15 minutes worth of questions Charlotte left as she looked at the clock, It was lunch so she headed out to the courtyard to meet with her friends for lunch.

Charlotte sat down in between Randy and Tatum, Randy held her hand as she started talking to the group.

Stu went on to say something about how they asked him, Billy, and randy if they liked to hunt.

Tatum soon said "Hunt? Why would they ask if you like to hunt".

"I don't know, they just did" Stu answered.

Randy than said "Because their bodies were gutted".

Sidney flinched as Charlotte let go of the Randy's hand and smacked the back of his head.

"Thanks Randy" Billy said in a snarky tone.

Tatum than realized "They didn't ask me if I liked to hunt".

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 29, 2022 ⏰

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