"Well excuse me for my concern," Laslie paused doing her teachers expression, "about if you're feeling bad." Both of them grinned, ever since they were toddlers they were bestfriends, and even now, when Laslie moved to London they still had contact. Laslie had visited Janette, for the Summer Holidays, Janette's mother and father had went for a holiday so they had the house to themselves for some time.. "But, I cannot believe it! Raymond?! THAT guy? Like, I'd never think HE would ask you out!" Laslie squealed, moving her slender body like a cat, to throw a pillow at Janette. Even though, both girls, were bestfriends ever since, they were both jealous of themselves. Janette was jealous of Laslies long brown her, cat-like face, tiny nose, matching lips and correct body. However, Leslie was jealous of Janette's short blonde hair, perfect teeth, slim body, tanned skin, perfect blue eyes - oh and her being tall! "Oh, you're so lucky that you're tall! You don't imagine what it's like to be pushed around!" she screamed out, Janette giggled at that statment... Infact she was tall, but - that was just the worse thing for Janette... "Being tall is bad Lasi, short.. That's what I want to be. Now no more complaints.. Lets talk about, what was his name, uh-oh. Jimbo! No, no, no no no no. Not Jimbo, CAPRICORNLAMATATOCORN!" the girls burst out giggling - Laslie stopped first. "His name is, Jaéquline," she complained, "if you cannot say it - then DON'T say it at all!" Janette stuffed a whole load of chips into her mouth and just grinned...
RING, RING. Janette reached her hand out to the phone, stiffling a yawn beofre answering. "It's 2AM, you have 5 whole seconds to answer this and tell me what's up before I break your neck and feed it to the crocodiles outside my house - you see, Laslie is quite hungry!" There was a chuckle at the other end, "7 Days.. Death will meet you, you survive, I will get you. Run along, hop and laugh, death will come, soon enough" CLICK. Janette rapidly raised a hand on her mouth and started screaming, her bed became a bath of swet and she was shaking so badly it looked as if she was going to puke... Was she going to survive this night? Or was the phone call just a prank?
