Summer Jacobs knew full well about her town’s tradition. Every year at the end of the summer, a party would be held on school grounds without the knowledge of the parents or the teachers. It had been happening since before Summer was born and never once was anyone the wiser. This year however, everyone was going to find out. Summer had planned a weekend of alcohol, bad decisions and horrendous photo’s which she would later un-tag herself from on Facebook. A whole weekend with her friends at the biggest party of the year, without any worries or parents telling her what to do. So how she ended up trapped in the school with a deranged psycho killing her classmates off one by one, she will never know. It wouldn’t have been as bad if she was trapped on her own. She would have been happier to face the lunatic solo rather than be trapped with a guy who kept using the life or death situation to make passes at her. His theory was being so close to death should definitely loosen her up, and by ‘loosen up’ he definitely meant ‘get naked.’ Along with his friends who between them had the IQ of a baby tree stump, an outcast who probably still had Spiderman bed sheets and the cheerleaders who were more worried about all the blood staining their new white jeans, they had to somehow make it out of there alive. And to think, Summer’s biggest worry that weekend was waking up with a brutal hangover… ©makeandoffer

---------------- "I remember when I was in grade one. I was standing in front of the mirror but it was opposite of me. And when I moved, it didn't move with me so I got scared. Other than that, I just remember until grade six. Nothing below." That was strange now that I realized. I was alive during that time, why didn't I have any memories of what happened? "Kenny." The voice made me look back at my mother who had a serious look on her face. She looked up past me then back at me, clearing her throat. "Today you are about to know what happened before grade six, Anna." Anna. That was a name. I didn't remember anything of such but as I closed my eyes, I saw more images of me in front of that mirror and was starting to panic. What the hell was all this, what were they intending to do to me? ---------------- I guess this is a love story. With a slight twist. Press the, "Start Reading." to find out.