Well, I already wrote this chapter once... And I didn't realize I wasn't logged in...Went to post it...And it made me log in, but
Once I logged in,
My story wasn't there anymore!
Sooo, I am rewriting this chapter,
I don't think I'll be able to write it as well as I did before but, this is how I started:
Hey peeps...
I know you are all prolly busy with the Watty Awards,
So most of you don't have time to read this (lol)
But for the people that do not write!!!!! (cough....Kaitlin...cough)
Here is CHAPTER 2!!!!
-angelaa-
P.S. Some things in this story have actually happened between me and my friend (haha)
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Everyone knew. It was no secret.
Lacey's parents were upstairs, i their offices, finishing up some work before heading off to bed. Lacey and I were downstairs on the couch. Two men had come into Lacey's house while Lacey and I were watching 'The Hangover', laughing our heads off. They walked in front of us, one with a knife in their hand, the other with a empty potato bag (the ones you use for racing, not the bags you eat chips from). The one with the knife (yes, both were wearing black masks and everything. Predictable theives-wear.) told us to give them all the money we had.
You see, Lacey's parents were, like, super rich. You can tell from the size of their house. It's pretty fucking amazing.
So, Lacey and I were sitting on the couch, our eyes big and mouths dropped open, popcorn in our mouths, when the man screamed for us to get the money, again. When we didn't respond, the one with the knife took grasp of Lacey, the other kept me on the couch. Once he had her firmly, his head whipped my way.
"Get the money, or I will stab her."
"I--I don't know where it is!" I stuttered.
He shook Lacey screaming in her face, asking her where the money was. She wouldn't tell them. And then it happened. He stabbed her, right below the heart. She screamed.
Just then, her father screamed down the stairs.
"I have a gun! And I have called the police!"
They ran, just like that, dropping Lacey on the floor, but not before the one with the knife (which he brought with him) turned around, gave me an evil grin, and said:
"I'll be back for you."
Those words haunted me just minutes after they were gone. But, before I was thinking, I was on the floor next to Lacey, clutching her hand in mine, completely balling. Her parents turned the corner, and were running and at Lacey's side in a second. They were also crying.
And that's exactly how everyone told it, because..well...that's what happened.
Then I realized, I would never see her again. I would never laugh my ass off, dance to random songs on the radio, screaming at the top of our lungs (not very well, might I add). I would never go on road trips with her, never go on vacation. I would never get to make fun of her for calling herself 'Germish' and keep reminding her of it whenever she says something else stupid. I would never get to see another horror movie with her. Never get to drag her onto rides she was completely scared of.....
