Clara

The Sleep over.

Stan and Clara spent the night at Chanel's house one night. As soon as Clara left, comments about her began to circulate. "She looks so bad in that shirt," Chanel remarked. "Yeah, she does, like ew." Stan lied, but he continued to say that. He liked Chanel and was going along with it.

"I've back!" Clara exclaimed as she swung her arms up the stairs. "Uhm... How are you doing, Clara? Chanel spoke while giving her a quick once-over. Clara remained deafeningly silent. Clara's hands began to shake, her eyes turned black, and her face turned pale.

"THUD " Clara collapsed to the floor, her mouth foaming. "What's going on with her?" Chanel exclaimed. "I'm not sure," Stan admitted. "She deserves it anyway," Chanel said. Stan was astounded as he watched Clara slowly die, while Chanel laughed hysterically. Someone in the neighborhood overheard what was happening, and called 911. A few hours later, Clara arrived at the hospital. Stan and Chanel were taken into questioning at the Police department. "What day was this?" The sheriff of the police department questioned. "Friday the 13th," Stan answered. "What time did this whole.. seizure happen?" The Sheriff asked. "Um.. about 12:30," Stan answered. He glanced out the window, and saw Clara's face, watching him. Stan started to scream.''No no no no no this isn't happening she's not there.." Stan muttered to himself

"What is wrong with you?!?!" The Sheriff exclaimed. "Whatever, I'm going to interview Chanel." Stated the Sheriff. "Chanel, he's going to interview you now,". "Ok..." Hesitates Chanel. She sat there with a worried-looking smile on her face. "What happened that night." said the cop sternly. "I remember that we were watching a movie, and Clara said she would make us popcorn. She left and came back with the popcorn and passed out on the floor." Channel said with a shaky voice." What did you do when you saw her fall on the floor?" the cop said. You could tell that Chanel was nervous, she was fidgeting with her hands and would avoid eye contact with the sheriff. "Uh.. hello Chanel?..?" The sheriff said as he waved his hand across Chanel's face. "Huh?.. Oh.." Chanel said. Chanel felt like she had run away from reality. Ran away from all of this, and the guilt and sorrow hit her. She burst into crying, the sheriff sat there with a blank expression. Chanel screamed, "I'm so done with this bullshit, I'm leaving let me out." Channel banged her head on the table. "You can leave now.'' The sheriff said." Emo teens.." The sheriff muttered under his breath. Chanel felt like something wasn't right, but she just ignored it. The other night Chanel had a dream- but it wasn't a straightforward nightmare or dream or anything. In her dream, Clara was there and she was crying in the corner. Chanel to Clara and asked, "What is wrong with you." Clara turned around and her face was messed up. Her eyes were bloodshot, and blood dripped from her mouth like a waterfall. "No, no, no, no, no this isn't happening you're not there go away." Chanel woke up with her face red. After that, she just forgot what happened that night. Soon, Chanel started to ditch Stan, since she started getting bored as she hung out with him. Stan was about to confess that he liked Chanel- but then Chanel interrupted and said: "You know what-". "But I-.." Stan got cut off by Chanel shushing him. , "Stan. I don't want to be friends anymore. Our 2 years of friendship are OVER. Stan was speechless.

Soon, Chanel became friends with the popular and rich girl. Jenna was tall, with brunette hair that would always glisten in the sunlight- or maybe it was just good hairspray. Who knows? The other one, "Jenna give me your bag." said Chanel in a forceful voice. "don't want to," said Jenna with a shaky voice, looking down at the floor. Chanel gave Jenna a shove with her elbow. "Ow..." Jenna said shaking with fear. "Omg you're such a useless douchebag," Chanel growled. "Just give me the bag," Chanel said yanking the bag from her hand. There was a long silence. Channel walked away saying "You're so useless and pathetic." Jenna collapsed on the floor as if someone had put bricks on her back. She busted out crying. After that, Jenna got up wiped her tears away with her sweater, and walked home. "Are you ok Jenna?" her brother asked. Her brother's name was James, and he was tall, handsome, and muscular. Jenna ignored him and walked to her room, she sat down at her nightstand and looked in the mirror. She felt faded like someone took away her joyfulness, she was drained. But with Chanel, she went to stans house because she was staying there. After all, her house was still being investigated. "Oh hey, Clara," Stan said while trying to cover something. "What is behind your back?..." Chanel snarled.." Oh uh... it's nothing," Stan said. As soon as Chanel left the room Stan took out a picture of What? Clara stared at it... 7 years later Chanel and Stan didn't talk anymore, Chanel had a kid, and Stan started his business Chanel's kid reminded her very dearly of Clara. And that is why she could never love her kid. Adriana

means dark in Italian and Spanish. She named her child this because it reminded her of the dark times she experienced throughout her childhood. Adriana had dark black hair, just like Clara. Stan's business is skyrocketing and is off the chart. He is making a lot of money and is happy with his life. On the other hand, Chanel does not have a job, is a drug addict, can barely provide for Adriana, and is living in a tent on the side of the street in the city. Jenna is a news reporter for one of the biggest companies in America- not just your local newspaper. She also has two kids- one of them is named Celestia, and the other one is named Selene. Celestia- the older one with long, dirty blonde hair, emerald green eyes, and was tall. On the other hand, Selene had darkish brown hair, sapphire blue eyes, and was short. Chanel attempted to start a business by leasing a place. She rented an old cafe, she wanted to make it a flower shop.