All Veronica Paulson wanted was a normal year of college with her 6 good friends; Daphne, Michael, Ariana, Sofia, Ellie and Ash. However, after a serial killer starts killing students left, right and centre, Veronica realises this year would be anyt...
Ripping in half some useless party invitation sent by my annoying neighbour, Callie, I grinned maniacally. Callie's party's were nothing more than a big gloat on how immaculate her big, white house was; Of course I wasn't going.
"I'm off to see Veronica." My daughter yelled from across the house. "I'll be back... Soon-ish."
Veronica is my daughters best friend, she's some mixed race girl who goes to her college, I don't even think they're in the same class.
Gracefully, I rise from my chair and walk around to my front room where I see my daughter tying up her hair in a high pony tail.
"Ariana," I say, placing my hands on my hips. "Just because you have the same name as that dumb pop singer, doesn't mean you have to wear your hair like that everyday."
She looks up at me with her deep brown eyes and flaps her long lashes. "Mother, I like wearing my hair like this. It has nothing to do with Ariana Grande, or anyone in the media."
I roll my eyes and take a brown leather jacket off a coat hanger, placing it on Ariana's shoulders. "What time will you be home? It's a college night, I don't want you out till god-knows when."
Ariana removes the jacket from herself and rolls her eyes back at me. "I'm 17-years-old, mother, you don't have to dress me and keep a close tab on me. I'll be home, when I'm home."
She puts the jacket back on it's hanger and rushes upstairs to get her silver, faux fur coat she always seems to wear.
"What's that?" I ask her noticing a piece of paper in her hand.
"Nothing." She says scrunching it back into her large backpack. "Goodbye."
I wave her off and watch her as she paces down the street into the darkness. It's only 8:00pm, but I know by the time she's back it'll be almost midnight and I'll probably be asleep or too tired to let her in; So I place the spare key outside under the doormat for when she returns.
(Veronica's POV)
Standing alone in Rosemary Lane is probably the last thing anyone would want to do late at night, except that's not the case for me. The dark, cramped alleyway is creepy, but it's the kinda creepy me and my friends live for. Which is why we've made it our go to meet up stop. Tonight, I'm supposed to be meeting with Ariana as she says she has something important to tell me privately. I check my phone and it's exactly 8:15pm the time she's supposed to be getting here.
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"Boo!" Ariana yells trying to scare me.
"It won't work," I say, turning to face her. "That's the sixth time you've tried that, and every time I get less and less spooked."
"You're no fun." Ariana playfully pushes me, then takes a seat on a wooden bench me and her pulled down here years ago. "So.. Guess what."
I raise an eyebrow, unknowing what crazy story is to come out of her mouth this time.
