Jean-Paul Sartre once said "Hell is other people." But I think Jean-Paul is incorrect. Hell is Abbey DayLauren. She's beautiful until the opens her uncouth, vicious mouth and says something that sends a knife plunging into your heart and she twist it, with a sly, sweet little smile on her perfect Barbie face. I did an oil painting of her once. Weeks later I set it on fire. Abbey was ruthless. She kept everything she had on us waving above our head. She threatened to spill every dirty little secret. She had us all in her power. We were her dolls that she got to dress up and play with. Yet, I wanted her approval for everything. I couldn't understand it. Abbey was awful to me and I still tried everything to get her approval. I was done. The sleepover on Friday would be the last. I'll go back to the loser, friendless, art freak Anna I was before. It's not worth it
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Ashwood Murders
Mystery / ThrillerA story about 5 beautiful girls who are waist deep in blood and spilling with secrets.
