For Real or For Publicity?

Chapter Twenty Four

Sianne McKenzie Jonathan

This is the last straw. Joanne had received a threat but she didn't break up with Brandon.

  No one makes Sianne McKenzie Jonathan angry.

  This is payback time. It was a perfect oppurtunity - Brandon was away on tour and Joanne was going to be alone with no one to gaurd her. (Okay, this doesn't work unless you picture me with a devilish smile.)

  Wearing a black long-sleeved shirt, matching leggings and brown boots. In my haversack, there was a handkerchief

and a bag.

  I pryed open the lock and entered the house. No time to look around, I told myself sternly. I'll have plenty of time to look around when I'm Brandon's wife...

  I kicked open each door (Pretty cool, huh?) but no Joanne.

  To take my mind off things, I decided to go to Abigail's apartment, which was five stops away if you caught the subway. It was also because my foot was swelling up considering the amount of doors I kicked open. I would go home but I lied to Mum that it was Girls' Night Out and I would be back till 10.

Abigail Rosemary Murphy

Ding Dong! The doorbell rang in the middle of my movie.

  I groaned and hauled myself to the door. I opened it and found myself facing Sianne.

  "Hey, girl! What's up?" Sianne greeted me in a cheerful manner.

  "Hey." I returned the greeting.

  "Can I come in?" She asked.

  Where are my manners? I thought to myself. "Sure."

  She flopped down onto the couch and sighed. "Oh, Ab, you won't believe the day I've had," she said dramatically.

  "Bad hair day? Bad choice of clothes?" I asked knowingly. "I mean, what's with the black? Great color, bad timing."

  She rolled her eyes and ignored me. "It doesn't matter. Do you have any ice cream? Mm, I could so use a Mint Chocolate right now."

  I sighed and joined her on the couch. "I'm all out. You hogged the rest on Monday. Remember? Chris broke up," I reminded her. "But, since it's my best friend we're talking about, I guess I'll just run down and get a tub."

  She flashed me a smile. "Thanks!"

Sianne McKenzie Jonathan

What a sweetie, I thought as Abigail changed into shorts and went down to buy ice cream.

  I switched the channel on TV and it was Krank It Up, a channel.

  'Diva 7th Grader' was the show on.

  Ooh, I thought, getting comfy on the couch. Dive 7th Grader was about this girl whose dream is to be on Broadway. But apparently, she's stuck in middle school.

  Suddenly, I heard a crash from a room with a closed door.

  Furrowing my eyebrows, I stood up to investigate. I didn't know Abigail had company.

  I opened the door and saw the Joanne Belle Kameron standing there, looking guilty.

  She looked up at me when the door opened.

  I smirked at her. "Look who it is - Miss Imperfect."

  She glared. "You're on the hater website? You were KILLYOUJOANNE?"

  I stared down at my nails. "Technically, no. Abigail was. But since I'm the one who dared her to do it, I guess it only makes sense that I would be the one to finish you, huh?"

  Joanne backed away. "Look, I don't know who you are, and vice versa. Can you please don't harm me?"

  I gave her a wicked grin. "Too late, Kameron. I gave you a chance, you didn't finish it. Now it's my turn."

  I grabbed the handkerchief and used it to cover her mouth to stop her from screaming. Then, I stuffed her into the black bag and quickly scribbled a note, and made a clean getaway by using my car.