The whole meeting started and ended with pure fun. I'll set off my limits this time, I need to be careful. Why did I say I should be more careful? Well then another friend of mine named Clark, which suppose to be the Vice head of this group, saw me all throughout the show in the gasoline shop. He did knew every details. I got a constructive criticism, according to him should that be kind of term.
"Few more minutes and he'll clutch your wrist and rub it to his chains. You did a stupid thing. Is that what you call a Head's filthy way? You're weak."
I'm inside his car and we talk confidentially. Its halfway time before we got to the middle of the meeting. We said someone called him and he will bring me with him. How pathetic lame excuse is that?
"Thank you for the compliment Mr. Greyson. I don't even know you're that high degreed stalker of mine. I'll accept you're critic thing."
I do love being sarcastic cause they've got really scared as I start then end my speech. I don't care about his comments, he's useless. We have to dump this moron.
"The sarcastic queen bee is on its mode again. Don't rely things that fast. I have watched every part of your show. I'm just concerned on the Head of this group. Please don't misinterpret it Miss Patterson."
There it is. He folded up fast huh? See? He got scared with my famous tone. He's trembling.
"Am I that intimidating? Or I should add some more of my sweetness? What'd you think?"
I'm bored talking with this idiotic mental guy. He needs to go back to his home. He needs to go there whether he liked it or not.
He didn't respond. As I said a while ago, he have mental issues. He's a murderer without purpose. Terry, my half-sister and also part of the group insisted this mental guy to join the group. We thought he's in straight thinking but from the first time I talk to him, I know he's useless for the group. He's just a burden for us.
I dialed Tim's number, the nurse of this mental guy.
"You know what to do now. Call me if its done or if he'll resist."
This sucking prob will end now. I gone back to the hall of Taylor's house. Leaving that drat off to his car. He's stunned with my pleasant attitude.
*Voting.
Me and my half-sister were the only girl members of this group. Six boys was included in the top actors and planners. I say, its quite good having thus gorgeous guys.
"She has a lot of friends and her parents have many connections."
It was Allen and Aldrei. The twins and both great planners.
"Other than that, her past boyfriend was a drug dealer but no one knew. Should we spill it along the way? I want to scrape his skin, he ate my dog. He's crazy."
That ones Simon. The most cruel among the group. Even the most small detail that relates through him, it'll sure to be dead meat.
"You're way too crazier than him. But rest assured to that, we'll carry out the plan really really well. Wanna know other Info's?"
The cousins group said in unison, 'twas Tim, Sean and Seb. Their our surgery doctors. And yes, a licensed surgical doctors. So in every killing, marks were left. Also, their a part of CSI team, their genius stuffs of this group.
"Did she have her current boyfriend? Or bestfriend with her? I wanna take a part with this."
They all looked at each other exchanging informations.
Finally, Sebastian talked alone.
"She do have her current boyfriend but she don't have any friend. Or should I say, a true friend. Cause-----"
I already expected someone will interfere.
"She's a B_TCHY MEAN!"
THE BOYS HOULED. OKAY. THEY OBVIOUSLY DO WANT THIS MURDER SOON TO START.
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After the said meeting, I'd already talked to them about what happened to Clark. And I was shocked to know that Terry don't put any complaints. I guess she have known the case of the mental guy. She surely likes the face of that drat. But I don't care I want him out of our way.Its four in the morning and I must take a sleep. I have a class tomorrow. No, scratch that, the school was part of the plan. To make my sleep better off from noises of my adoptive parents from the party they've attended. I played my favorite lullaby, the voice of my childhood friend.

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Pinky Promise
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