Bloody Marry

 Chapter 3

Bloody Marry

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It had rained the day before; making the grounds soggy and slightly unstable.

Angelina McMcbrain walked as best as she could on the grounds with four inch high heels on her feet.

Lose pieces of grass stuck to her feet slickly making her short temper flare with rage that had been burning inside her for years unnoticed by anyone.

Angelina quickly looked around to make sure no one noticed her slip into the woods that sorrowed the campus with an eerie feeling.

A small shack was hidden in the woods; the school staff had used it to make sure the kids never snuck off campus but gave up the idea after the kids found other ways to get out of school and party.

Angelina knocked twice on the cracked old door. Angelina heard a faint shoving and then the door was ripped open with the force of a python choking a small man.

The person who had ripped open the door glared at Angelina with hatred that ran deep and true, “You’re late,” he snarled at her, “I think you’re getting soft about killing Marry.”

“No, no I am not! I hate Marry as much as you – maybe more.” Angelina snapped. It was true – she did hate Angelina… but not as much as him; Angelina just didn’t want to get murdered as well.

“Yeah right, I knew we couldn’t trust her.” Another voice growled in the background of the small shack.

The shack is where they had been planning Marry’s death – they’d been planning for months. They three of them would soon be Marry’s murders… soon… so, so, soon…