murder house | melanie martinez

| chapter 01 |

"Where in the world are the tortillas?" I mutter under my breath. "Why does he even want any? He sucks at cooking Mexican food. Oh well."

My dad sent me to the grocery store for a quick errand, but I don't really come here often, so I can't seem to find my way around. I didn't really think it would be this complicated.

Someone taps my shoulder.

I turn and I'm face to face with the infamous Melanie Martinez. What were the odds? This is our first real encounter. Her hair is short, half-black, and half-teal. It's different form the last time I saw her, I guess she changes it often.

"Excuse me. Do you know where the cookie dough is?" She asks me. Should I feel nervous around this potential killer? Well I don't, because as far as I know she is just a normal girl.

"I'm sorry I can't seem to find my way around here either." I give her a smile. "But I guess we can try to find it together."

I walk carelessly around the store for what seems to be like ten minutes, and she follows me around the whole time quietly. We finally end up in the section for baking. How big can stores get?

"Thank you for the help, sorry I'm not very social." She tells me with a small smile.

"No, it was me who made you wander for so long, sorry about that. I'm Acacia." I say, introducing myself.

"I'm Melanie. Melanie Martinez." She tells me.

"Yes, I know you."

"It's the rumors, huh?" She says, sounding concerned. So she knows about it. Obviously she would hear sooner or later.

"Oh no, I live near you." I tell her.

"Are you scared of me?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Okay, because I honestly do hate liars with a passion. Don't lie to yourself." She says, some type of anger or madness flashes through her eyes for shorter than a second. I'm not sure if I imagined it.

"Well we went through all that trouble for cookies, they better be amazing." I tell her with a smile.

"Yes, they'll be to kill for." She laughs and gives me a wink. She walks away, but turns once more.

"Come by my house tomorrow at 4 if you want cookies!"

"Okay maybe I will!" I tell her. I notice her walk off with cookie batter in one hand and chocolate chips on the other.

I shouldn't be so paranoid. I may start imagining more weird stuff from her. Of course it's safe to go by her house. She's no killer.

I wander around, half paying attention as I think about everything. Suddenly my phone rings. Crap, it's my dad.

"Young lady why are you taking so incredibly long?"

"I'm sorry! So sorry. I'll be there, I'll explain at home." I hang up and rush to find the tortillas. If it wasn't for them I wouldn't have been invited for cookies by 'the' Melanie Martinez. This can't go too badly, can it?

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Okie. My updates will be pretty short because when I write I can't really write for way too long. So when you get an update, expect it to be short. High school is also pretty stressing, so don't expect amazing stuff from me!!

Anyways I hope all of you keep reading!! So I'll keep writing ^_^