Chapter Four: This is what a party is like at Quinton's?
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Everyone was doing the Congo Line and drinking hot sauce and eating tortillas and tacos. "Oh so this is what Quin meant!" Jessie said happily. "I am going to join in guys."
"Kay Have fun!" Maria stated. "I am going to go have some tortillas, you wanna come Grace?"
"Oh! Um sure." I said snapping out of my daze. "Let's go!" We walked over to the kitchen and I get a taco while Maria munches on a tortilla. More people show up after a while and start joining the Congo Line. The line is up to about 36 people and is getting really long.
"Hey Mar, who do you think is in the front?" I asked her before taking another bite out of my taco.
"I'm not sure, I'll go get in the front and see who." She replied taking the last bite of her tortilla. I watched her run up into the line right in front and started dancing along for a bit. Then she started barfing! I ran to her fast when I got up there Quinton was in the front of the line and he made everyone stop. But Maria was on the floor a puddle of barf, still barfing. A couple people walked out of the line grumbling and going somewhere else.
"Oh. My. Gosh! Mar are you OK?!" I scream to her.
"Get -barf- me a -barf- bucket!" She demanded.
"Oh OK!" I say rushing to the kitchen getting a bucket for her. Jessie runs over to Maria and gets her sitting up while Quinton is cleaning up the mess. I run over to Maria and she starts barfing into the bucket.
"Grace call a doctor fast!" Jessie yells at me.
"OK OK I'm on it!" I say grabbing my phone dialing 911.
"Hello this is 911 please stat your emergency."
"Uh, yes hello, well my friend is barfing a lot randomly and I think she is allergic to something but I am not sure what." I say panting looking at Maria. I tell her Quinton's address and she sent someone to come here that will be here shortly. While we were waiting for them to come a dude got out a machine gun and started shooting it everywhere! The place looked horrible! But more important Maria got shot and so did Jessie. I was trying to dodged a bullet when out of no where, Quinton stabbed me in the back. "That's what you get pretty!" He screamed like a maniac. It hurt so bad! But that's when I realized what my dreams have been telling me. Quinton is the bad guy. And Jesus is the good one. Then the pain didn't hurt any more and everything went black.
THE END!!!!!!
Author's Note: I really didn't wanna write anymore so I decided to end the story!! Happy reading everyone!
