Chapter 2

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"Elena are you ready? Come on. I don't want to be late, this party is suppose to be amazing! I just want to get to school, get through the day, then party hardy all nighty!" Elena looked at Alex with a confused look.

"I should have just stopped at party, shouldn't have I?" Alex asked with a grin.

"Probably, but I understand how excited you are I am pretty stoked too."

Alex stood in front of the mirror fluffing her hair as if she was going to be in a fashion show or something. Her hair was always perfect, just like her eyes and her body. She was perfect, everything that anyone could ask for.

"Do you think I should wear this?" questioned Alex. Holding up a white lace dress with a brown belt to match her cow girl boots she wore almost every other day.

"Looks great." answered Elena.

"Ugh, I guess not then. You always say I look great but give me your honest opinion. I want the truth and nothing but the truth."

"Honestly I would rather see it in black and probably add a few accessories to it, like my leather glove, and possibly my leather jacket or maybe my black sweater to wear over it. But other wise it does look great and you will look even better it in."

"Awe your sweet, that's why I love to call you my best friend, but honestly you wear a lot of black maybe if we just add a little col-."

"NO! Don't say it! I don't need color black is my color, I look goof in it and it matches everything I'll just stick to it."

Elena exclaimed.

"Alright then, no color for you...so more for me!" Alex said so excited.

"Anyways let's just get ready and go last day before spring break is always the best!" Elena mumbled.

The memory faded as Elena stood over her best friends body, lying at the front door of this strange house she had woken up in. Gasping quietly, she covered her mouth with her right hand.

Stepping back, she hobbled waiting for her balance to return. As she took her last step back she turned her head to see everyone from that party laying dead in the back yard.

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