the book report

16

Sidney lined up the pictures, showing a similarity.

"Don't you see it?" She asked no one in general.

We all muttered, but I saw it. They both looked oddly similar.

"Who is that?" Aaron asked.

"That's Steven Sorest. He was- or is a serial killer, and his last murder was in the spring of '88. And a decade before that, he went on a rampage again in the winter of 1978."

I gasped lightly.

Sidney turned back to us in her chair.

"This shit happens every decade.

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Everyone briskly emptied the library, Sidney behind me shoving Lola's sketch in her bag.

"I- have a nice day!" The librarian called out.

"Yeah, you too." Sidney replied coldly without turning back.

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"So are we gonna stop him?"

"Hell yeah, I'm not gonna let another innocent person get killed."

"How?" Maya asked, sounding worried.

"JOAN TURN RIGHT!!!!!" Sidney shrieked.

"What?!?" I replied, but she yanked the wheel right almost making us hydroplane.

I breathed heavily as I drove down a road near Main Street.

"Jesus don't do that." I told her, trying to catch my breath.

"Pull up here" she said, pointing at a parking lot.

I pulled in a parked near the exit.

"I'll be back." Sidney said, hopping out of her car.

"Where the hell are you going?!" I ask, but she had already closed the door on me.

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A few minutes later, she ran back to the car hurrily.

My eyes widened as she started speeding to the car.

She got back with a box in her hand.

I started driving and when I could I looked over to her box to see a few knives, guns, lighters, and gasoline.

"What the hell are you doing with that?!?!?" I asked in a surprised tone.

"We're not gonna kill someone whos gonna murder us with our bare hands, are we?"

I sighed then turned back to the road.

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We arrived at Mayas house.

Maya lived on the street he was going to hit next, so we decided to go there.

Everyone piled into her house quickly and Sidney locked the doors and windows after everyone was inside.

I gulped as Sidney go up in front of us.

"All our lives, we've been stuck in Salem, right?"

We all nodded.

" 'your from Salem? Aren't you a witch?' Or 'wasn't there a murder last week?' Is all we have heard from anyone. But that shit stops today. Salem might have gone through the fucking witch trials, but that does not mean that people can pick on us for where we're from. Salem is where I grew up. I've been here for 16 goddamn years. Yeah, there might be murders or cloudy days, but if you don't like that then why don't you fucking leave. I am not gonna let Salem get mistreated over and over again. So tonight, we're gonna stop this. We're gonna kill Steven so this doesn't happen again. We're not just doing this for safety. We're doing it for Salem."

Everyone nodded, and Lola started crying.

"So, the plan isn't really a plan. We drench him in gasoline when he comes after we get him in the spot where the bucket of gasoline is, which is in the hallway."

We all nodded in agreement. This shit was gonna go wrong and I knew it.

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