HOW TO KILL BOYS, An in-depth tutorial by Priscilla Cameron and her twisted mind.
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Oh, and that girl there? That right there is Priscilla Cameron; blonde, doe-eyed dancing angel with a devilish mind. If Elvis Presley wrote the song 'Devil in Disguise' about anyone, it would be about Priscilla Cameron herself.
Twin sister to Sarah Cameron, yet nothing a like. Despite her 'kookiness', Sarah Cameron was an average girl — sure, she held no regard for us Pogues but, unlike her sister, she didn't torment us to the brink of insanity. Priscilla Cameron was more like her hell-raise, antichrist brother, Rafe Cameron. When paired next to her D1 athlete boyfriend, Zach Spencer, you can only expect things to get even worse. Pogue hating, alcohol (maybe drug. . .) loving, party obsessed girl with too many secrets laced within her Tom Ford perfume.
Priscilla Cameron was the definition of a Kook. Lavished in glittering diamonds and fresh water pearls, her clothes made of the finest silks and softest satin, her shoe rack numbered with the most expensive Jimmy Choo's and wardrobe wrapped with only Ralph Lauren, Loro Piana, Massimo Dutti and other brands I wouldn't be able to pronounce. She and her best-friend, Ronnie Stewart, were Figure 8 Academy's star cheerleaders who delivered fearing power in their hysteric screams and cheers on Game Days. Unlike Ronnie, Priscilla perused dancing outside of school, her life driven through a perception of physical art controlled by her mind, controlled by her body, controlled by nobody but herself.
Priscilla Cameron is a girl who craved power and control in all forms. She yearned for power, desired shiny pearl necklaces and gold coasters that her cared carefully of china teacups, the same ones which rested on her pine coffee tables she had been gifted from her previous lover ( or victim ). The tears that seeped out of her water-blue eyes were golden trinkets, sapphire beads rolling down her pink, flushed cheeks as her crimson painted lips kissed and spluttered her plea of a innocent and sinless life.
Apart from the occasional bitch fight, I never thought Priscilla Cameron would become an important figure in my life — or any of our lives for that matter. But trust JJ Maybank, my best-friend since the third grade and total hell-raiser, to go ahead and drag her into all of our mess.
Sure, it wasn't intentional, but somehow, JJ has to go and pick a fight with Sarah Cameron, and if there is one thing the island of Outer Banks knows, it's that Priscilla Cameron will go to Hell and back to make sure whoever hurts her family gets their payback, and we're not talking money here.
God Bless JJ Maybank and his sorry soul, because Priscilla Cameron lives up to her given reputation of evil-Cupid with a poisonous arrow.
— John Booker Routledge
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