Kill for you

Chapter One

Blood splattered. Or atleast London wrote that it did. Time, 2:27 pm. Three hours 'till she has to go meet her mother for dinner. London glanced at her notebook where she had planned all her murders for her new book, "Something just disappeared". Phoebe, Her roomate, was blasting her own music in the kitchen blissfully unaware that London was writing a horribly graphic murder. Phoebe also happened to be London's best friend since they were almost three. They practically grew up together. She was like a sister, which London wasn't used to because she lived in a house with three very overprotective brothers.

"London! Are you still going out with your mom for dinner?" Phoebe called.
"Yeah! I got three hours though!" She called back.
"Also turn down that god awful music!" She yelled to Phoebe once again.
"It's not awful! It's Ariana Grande!" Phoebe whined.
"Yeah yeah whatever but I'm busy and that's distracting!" London yelled again.
"Fine, fine." Phoebe turned the music down.

Finally London had some quiet again. She did have a deadline for this book, in about six months. She was in chapter fifteen. Third murder of the book. The time ticked to 2:30. Time really wasn't on her side. London never had a great relationship with her mother. Her mom was a boy mom to the max, and to her, a little girl was no good. Her father, on the other hand, adored her. She was the center of his universe, and she loved him just as much. He had always made her feel special when her mother failed. To her mom, London was like a prop. From the moment London was old enough she was being put in pageants, dance competitions, cheer, and any other thing that London could win and had to get dressed up for. Her brothers hated it as much as London did. Actually the only thing her mother didn't put her in was writing competitions, and lord help anyone who tried. Time once again had ticked away to 2:35. London was still stuck at that stupid blood splatter. She was brought out of her thoughts by a ding of notification. From? Mommy dearest herself.

Mother:: Don't forget about Dinner. I'll be waiting. There's something we must discuss.

                       

London:: I won't. Promise. What must we discuss?
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