insane little abigail

insane little abigail

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growing up and sitting on the floor of your living room as your mother watches various murder documentaries, it was a natural progression for abigail to become who she is now. she grew up only to see more and more ways to get away with murder to get what you want and get rid of people you don't need. abigail has never gotten caught. she is as stealthy as can be. her first murder was in third grade, and was given the name "insane little abigail". in sixth grade, she swears to herself that she is in love with alex jaced, the brown haired boy who was the first to ever talk to abigail, let alone asks her to the elementary dance. during highschool, her affection only progresses and is willing to kill anyone who gets in the way of her and alex. she is determined to go to prom with her, but girls are beating her to it. she is taking her hobby of murder out of control and is threatened to go to an asylum. but insane little abigail has always gotten her way, right?
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