{"Failure, disappointment, betrayal. That's basically the story of my life."}
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"Evita!" Will rushes into the front room of the house, his eyes red and glossy. "Evita!"
"What's with all the shouting?" Evita asks, standing up from the chair she was sitting on. Her face immediately twists with concern when she sees Will. "What happened?"
She looks behind him, expecting to see Samuel. "Where's your brother?"
"Jennie, she, um....she-she killed him." Will stammers.
Evita's face drops. "What?"
"I tr-tried to stop her, but she had a gun with wooden bullets. And I-I don't know I guess she just finally snapped because she shot him. I'm sorry, I just didn't think she'd actually do it. I-" Will rambles, trying to explain himself.
"William." Evita interrupts him. "It's not your fault I understand."
William raises his brow, shock evident on his face. "You're not?"
"No, I'm not. There is only one person to blame for this." Evita smirks wickedly. "I think its time Miss Saltzman and I get formally introduced."
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"Deep breaths, Jennie," Jennie whispers, looking at herself in Hope's mirror. "You can do this."
"Everything will be fine. You can talk to Hope, you know if she actually leaves Lizzie side for two seconds." Jennie spits bitterly before putting on the biggest smile she could muster. "But you'll be fine. You always are."
A quiet poofing sound causes Jennie to look up, as a white paper slowly floated down above her head.
She grabs the folded paper quickly reading the contents, which says, "OFFICE NOW!"
"Crap. He couldn't possibly know, could he? No, no, this was probably because she threw Josie into a wall. Calm down, Jennie. It'll be fine."
"It will be fine," Jennie repeated to herself over and over again as she makes her way down to her father's office. She takes a deep breath before opening the door, immediately regretting that decision.
