The sound of my footsteps echo off the cold garage walls. I pace back and forth in my 4-inch heels.
"We shouldn't have started this tonight, I don't have time." I say impatiently.
"There wasn't a better time to get him. Tonight was the night. We've had this planned for two weeks." Elliott retorts.
"I have to go. I guess you can just tell me how everything goes." I pick up my bag and walk to the door. "Better get started if you plan on finishing this tonight." I say willfully.
I step through the door and it locks with a thundering click. I make my way up two flights of stairs, to another set of large, industrial-like doors. We make sure no one can get in, and more importantly, we make sure no one can get out.
I reach the desolated main floor. I can hear faint shrieks crawling up through the floorboards. I shake my head in frustration, and exit our tiny, hidden cabin, tucked away in the woods.
It's 10:30. I race home in my yellow 1969 Mustang, hoping to make it home before mom notices I'm still out.
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The Elite
Teen FictionA group of high school friends. They're all perfect; smart, attractive, popular, what's not to like? Well, what happens when a classmate of theirs disappears? Can the true murderer be found, or will a dark secret be revealed?
