Chapter 15

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"We're back!" Katie called from down stairs.

Charlie and Captain pulled away from each other and headed downstairs to meet them. They found them all in the kitchen. The rest of the gang stood with about two bags each. Edith had a A3 sheet of paper in front of her and had written 'THE PLAN' in big purple letters at the top.

"What's that for?" Charlie asked curiously.

"For planning how we are gonna fuck the fit maths teacher what do you think stupid!" Naomi snapped taking some paracetamol pills for her headache.

"What Mr Atkinson?!" Edith sounded shocked, "He's old as fuck though!"

"I give up..." Naomi muttered.

"Anyway lets get planning. So we have five more people to kill, so one each in other terms. It'll be harder to kill them all in one go so...we should do it either one by one or in pairs and one on their own. What do you think?" Captain suggested to the gang sat around the table in front of her.

Katie raised her hand.

"I think purple hair should do her ex in." She said looking at Glinda.

"Excuse me?" Glinda asked confused.

"Oh I see what your getting at Katie! Remember how Issac cheated on you? You should totally get him back. I mean for fuck sake luv you hate cheating more than broccoli and you hate broccoli. So you should find a way to get him to the hideout and kill him. Then one down four to go!" Edith said writing everything on the paper.

"I dunno..." Glinda picked at her pink nail varnish.

"He cheated on you and snogged the girl in assembly in front of everybody and told them all he was just using you as a play toy." Charlie commented bluntly raising her eyebrows.

"Ok I'll do it!" Glinda snapped quickly.

"Well that's sorted. Who can i kill?" Charlie asked gleefully.

"Hey! you killed Matt! Our turn now fam!" Katie pointed out.

"Bitch..." Charlie mumbled.

"Anyway we better get some food and get going right?" Glinda asked.

They raided some of their own cupboards at home and put the food and bottles of water into bags. They took some from Charlie's house was well as they didn't know how long they would need to be in hiding for. Most likely the rest of their lives.

Fortunately their parents were use to them taking food from the house in big chunks and going out for picnics, so that was one problem sorted. The other was what they were going to do about them being reported to the police as missing people.

"We could fake our deaths?" Captain suggested.

"And how do you propose we do that?" Glinda asked.

"Just saying." Captain raised her hands and mumbled.

"We could just disappear all at once or one by one? Then no one will know where we are?" Edith asked.

"But there'll be a police search for us and we can't spend the rest of our lives in the den." Glinda countered.

"All right then Glinda, what do you think we should do?" Edith questioned her.

Glinda shrugged in response.

"What if...we all wrote notes saying we're going camping at Rensworth park? We always do that and they don't seem to mind." Naomi raised her hand.

"Perfect! Everyone just grab some paper and sleeping bag and we'll write some notes and get off then!" Charlie clapped her hands in excitement.

"Ok, you guys coming or?" Katie asked

"Yeah, you guys go ahead we'll grab our stuff..."
Captain said taking Charlie upstairs with her.

They reached Charlies room and Captain turned to face her.

"Look Charlie.." Captain began.

"I'm sorry it was my fault..." Charlie interrupted.

"I understand if it wasn't meant to..."

"It's ok I shouldn't have..."

Charlie grabbed her bags and Captain grabbed hers.

"I love you," Charlie said smiling.

"I love you too," Captain replied smiling back watching Charlie exit.

Charlie stopped at the top of the stairs and thought.

"....i mean it..." she whispered looking through her open door at Captain packing her stuff.

Captain packed her things unaware of Charlies thoughts. When she was done she sat on the bed. A tear rolled down her cheek as she looked at the door Charlie just left through.

"....I mean it...." She whispered quietly.

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