I drop the phone, and collapse into a heap. How is it possible?!
My best friend, of twelve years... is....dead?!
No. She can't be dead. This must be some kind of prank. A sick prank, but a joke nevertheless.
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When I got the call, I knew something was wrong from the start. The caller I.D. showed that it was Jane, but she would call my cell. So why was our home phone chiming away?
"Hello?" I question into the device.
"Melinda?" Someone sobs into the phone.
"Mrs. Doan? What's wrong? Where's Jane?"
"SHES DEAD," Jane's mom screeches, "AND ITS ALL YOUR FAULT!" I hear a crash, then the line goes dead.
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A Weightless Death
Teen FictionMel and Jane are going to the beach, but have to make a deal. Even after it is completed, they find that threading want to stop, or rather, they can't stop. The end result will kill.
