Prologue: Welcome To Lakeridge

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Ah, beautiful Lakeridge.
With its perfectly clean streets, thousand square foot mansions, its intelligent and prestigious residents and their perfect lives, Lakeridge was undoubtedly flawless.
Well, to my delight, beauty comes at a price. A deadly price. Lies, scandals, murders and secrets, this town can't get any worse! The people of Lakeridge would sacrifice anything to stay spotless. Everyone here is hungry for vengeance, fame and power. What if I told you about this dazzling town? Would you remember? Would you care? Anyways, I'm bored from playing with my lame-ass cat, so it's your lucky day!

May 2014

Screams rang around the school, each one louder than the last. Teachers and students rose from their seats, scrambling out into the hallway. The shouts stopped.
"OMG, did someone just have their period?", Rebecca Wellington managed to say.
"God no, a girl probably just lost her virginity", answered Rebecca's best friend, Jo.

The sounds had emerged from the girls' bathroom indeed, but it wasn't what people expected. Mrs. Garner, the school principal, emerged from the crowd and pushed her way to the bathroom door. She opened it and walked over to the terrorized student, staring at the roof, while the rest of the staff followed behind her. On tempo, their jaws swung open as their pupils grew wide.

Hanging from a hook in the middle of the bathroom, was a rope, knotted surprisingly well. A neck-sized loop was formed on the other end of the rope, a blond head stuck in the midst of it. No blood. No visual signs of a struggle. Probably just suicide. Or so they thought...

Back to reality

You may be wondering who I am, but that's my little secret. For now you can call me your enemy, as you can never trust me. Who knows, you may be the next blonde hanging from the girls' bathroom ceiling. But don't expect me to be a bitchy blogger or a cold-blooded murderer. Just think of me as a storyteller, passing on my juicy stories to whoever ends up finding them. Remember, I'm always watching from the shadows, trying to catch a glimpse of the next Summer Dawson.
Sincerely,

Your enemy

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