𝐆𝐖 ┊ ❪ 𝓖𝙴𝙽𝙴𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝓦𝙷𝚈! ❫
↳ 为什么❛ this town don't got much to
do you and i haven't got much to lose ❜︎
₍ ♡ ₎ ˚ ༘ → ༄ ‧₊˚˚.𖤐₊〔 👼🏼🏹☁️ 〕
in which a group of teenagers go on a
field trip, only to return to a ghost
town. wi...
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𝗧 𝗛 𝗘 𝗦 𝗢 𝗖 𝗜 𝗘 𝗧 𝗬.
THE following weeks had gone on fairly quick and almost like a blur to the Reyes siblings. Greg Dewey had been found guilty, which was no surprise really to anyone. Everyone believed he didn't deserve to be walking the streets freely.
What did stand out to everyone was his final statement, it left an unnerving feeling in their stomaches as they all left in silence.
Cassandra was a bitch. So is her sister and her black boyfriend and their Mexican pets that make all the rules.
Ellena looked down as she entered her house.
So are all the women here. Fucking bitches who won't give us the time of day, who think we owe them everything?
Ellena shook her head as her phone buzzed in her pocket. She sniffled removing her jacket and placing it on the couch.
I killed Cassandra for everyone because she had it coming. Because the night of prom, we were all at Harry's house, and he said he wished she was dead.
The brunette swallowed harshly as she washed her hands harshly. She sniffled as the image of Cassandra flashed in her head, Harry's guilt-filled expression at the meeting.
Campbell being brought into it as well.
It was a mess. A huge fucking mess.
A blonde entered the household her brows furrowed at the coat that now, laid on the floor.
"Ellena?" Mckenna called out as she entered the kitchen seeing the brunette grabbing a pan from the stove. "Ellena, I've been calling your phone." She said leaning against the counter.
Ellena nodded, "My phone's off." She said grabbing a tray of eggs from the fridge.
"I thought you didn't like eggs." She frowned recalling the brunette's distaste for it.
"I don't but we don't have anything else. Because those idiots took all the fucking oatmeal when we're supposed to separate everything. So it's all equal so no one else dies, from starvation or some shit." She ranted before letting out a scream as she burned her finger, "Son of a bitch." She hissed.
Mckenna frowned grabbing a towel and rushing to grab ice from the fridge and making her way over to the brunette holding the towel to her fingers. "When was the last time you slept?" She asked starring at her eye bags. "I'm sure what Dewey said was bullshit. Harry wouldn't do that, or if he did say it he didn't mean it."
