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This Means War

This Means War

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Feb 27, 2016
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Fanfic
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Set in a Summer Camp made for teenagers, where boys and girls are seperated. Seperated for one reason and one reason only. To annihilate any connections to the opposite gender, because when the war begins, it's life or death... Nah, I'm just kidding. The worst that could happen is probably you getting a bruise from a paintball gun and having all your socks filled with mud, or something (remember this is a Camp). Both sides have the entire Summer to perfect their strategy for the last day of Camp, when the actual war begins. *Note. This particular war only lasts 12 hours, or until a death is reported. I'm kidding... we cover up our murders pretty well. Hehe Which gender will forever be victorious? And could there be a Romeo and Juliet in the making? Or some devious back-stabbing? Time will tell my young one, only time will tell. *** Eeehhrrr, I dont want to sound creepy or anything, but PLEASE read this. Lol, I'm kidding. Enjoy the rest of your day!
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The "Please..." I hear her whimper and I go into full panic mode. "Calm down, okay? Deep breaths. Don't hang up. I'll be with you soon. Where are you?" I rush as I grab the car key sitting on the glass table. I run into the garage with my dad behind me. "What do you need?" Dad asks "A room. A big one." He runs back inside as I hear her voice again. "Basement...blood...Elle..." I hear sounds of movement in the background and connect the dots. Elle's bleeding, or something... "Deep breaths baby, deep breaths. It's okay, you're okay" I murmur reassuring words to her, thankful that there's no traffic. Several thoughts run through my mind as I drove to her house. The last time we spoke, she could barely stand me, but now she's calling me. I feel kinda used, but now's not the time to think about that. I reach her house in a matter of minutes and shove the door open. The house is quiet, save for my heavy breathing and footsteps. I reach the basement and take in the sight in front of me. Blair cradles her brutally beaten-up sister in her lap as she rocks herself back and forth blinking very frequently. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Currently being edited Look out for cringe worthy typos and plot loopholes

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