A parody and spoof of every high school horror movie featuring vulnerable and irresponsible teenagers dealing with a serial killer on the loose(with awesome and favorable plot twists).
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Raven's my name, crime's my game! Well, uh, not literally. I'm into cold cases and what not– I have my own podcast about it! I'm 17, and a junior. I've got a twin sister named Wren, and a little brother named Maverick. My family and I decided to move after murders from my previous town came to a conclusion(my words, not my dad's). Basically, there was a psycho girl obsessed with colors or something, who targeted those who showed interest in HER love interest. I was friends with her when I was a freshie, then kind of used her to get info out on my podcast when I found out she was a psycho killer. Is that messed up?
Well, good for me because this next town I moved to, Brookhaven, also has a mysterious psycho killer. Bingo! ...That's gotta be messed up, huh? I researched every little deet the news had to offer on the victims, suspects, and clues. I've already started to piece the timeliness together and I'm not even there yet!
"Raya's still working on her creepy little conspiracies back there. Seriously, she's gonna be a mass murderer in the future– that's how everyone addicted to that stuff turns out. Curiosity gets the best of you," I overheard Wren yapping to my dad about me.
"I can hear you," I snapped, staring her down.
"Never said you couldn't hear me."
I huffed a sigh as I looked over at Maverick. He was writing away in a little notebook he got from his, now old school, best friend. For a third grader, he's an Einstein!
"Hey Mavvy, whatcha writing?" I asked, trying to peek over his shoulder but he reluctantly covered his paper.
"I'm practicing my math skills by making up Electric Flux problems. You have the mental capacity of a fruit fly. You won't understand," he uttered, giving me the side-eye treatment.
"Damn. Ok."
I guess I'll just mind my own business now. I turned to look out my window, gazing at all the green and yellow fields we come across. It's all pretty much the same scenery for miles and miles, but it's good enough to entertain a 17 year old who's computer died. Back in my old town, I made a lot of friends, and I wonder how I'll be able to live on without them. I get attached to people and things easily– when I found out my friend, Ruby, was a psycho killer, along with being excited(because of my interests), I was extremely upset. I knew her interests, favorite food, favorite color, and everything she knew about her crush, she would tell me.
Which she knew a lot.
...I should've seen the redflags sooner.
Whatever, it's all behind me now. Forgive it, forget it, live and live on, is what my mom always said when she was still around. Wren and I would always get into fights over nothing, and Mom would ground us then say that because I'd hold grudges. I wish I could be as wise as my mom someday, then maybe I wouldn't be the laughing stock of the family.
