"Order up!"
Her lips curled around the red straw as she sipped her strawberry milkshake whilst writing in her blacks ne white spiral note book with the name "Mia Callipo" etched on to the front.
Mia Callipo was a perfect, perfect in every way. The first time I saw her was in the hallway junior year around March. Her sleek brown hair and hazelnut eyes were stunning and her high cheek bones and slim figure made me want to paint her like one of the french girls. When I look at Mia Callipo I realized, this was the first girl I would ever kill.
A smirked crawled upon my face as I thought of her blood on my arms and how good it would feel. I began writing in my own notebook, the same thing over and over. By the time the malt shop was closing I had 21 and a half pages covered in "Mia Callipo".
Mia Callipo I'm coming for you, in the dead of night.
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Malt Shop
HorrorShawn Zilio was clinically insane Insane with power Yet power hungry Insane with pain Yet lacked the feeling Insane with love Yet never received it Until he saw Her
