Chapter 2
Be careful what u kill for
“So…what’s your project on kiddies?” Ms. Arthur asks us.
“So we have the first few installments of our documentary-”
“Movie,” Sasha interjected.
Ashlynn glared at her, “documentary of our very own horror hour.”
Ms. Arthur frowns. “Horror hour?”
“Um…you know, ma’am, the killing’s that took place years ago.” Lila explained.
“Oh…oh! The horror hour!” Ms. Arthur looked at us suspiciously. “What exactly is your project?”
Now in any normal town this might be very rude to the students, considering the teacher is suspicious of us, but in our town, she has good reason. A few years back some students did a project on him, and they did a sick cruel prank, and well…let’s just saying they paying for time in prison.
Fern, the cool nerd in our group, flashed her the sweetest smile and said. “It’s basically this documentary/movie of the guy, with historical facts along side creative, imaginative ideas from the young minds of today, ma’am.”
My group and I share a look, he was either a really good suck up, of he just made the rest of the group look stupid.
Ms. Arthur sighed. “Fine, but if there’s any risky business going on…you’ve got three chances, volgende group!”
My group and I made our way to the table, and we sat down, pleased that we managed to sway thye teacher.
RT grinned. “It’s a good thing we have a talented writer and super smart nerd door our side, of we’d be screwed.”
Chauncey rolled her eyes at him, before looking at us. “Do u think we should interview some of the victims family of something?”
“Maybe we should just leave them some privacy,” varen, fern suggested.
“Guys, it’s still the first dag of our project, we don’t need to try to hard.” I say.
Jordan shrugged. “Less work later on.”
I thought about it. “Here’s what we can do, what’s the installments about?”
Ashlynn shrugged. “Being the beginning of our project I started with the characters first, and a few ideas for a story plot.”
I nod. “Now, we can make this movie similar to the killing’s, but not too similar as to mess with anybody, we can have like a little interview thing-y first, and a little bit about our killer, which is barely anything-”
“Then the movie starts!” Sasha said, taking the words right out of my mouth.
“Yes,” I say with gritted teeth, already feeling a headache form.
“So…we all lived here for awhile, so we all know the story right?” Lila asked.
We all nodded, as RT shrugs. “Who doesn’t, u get bombarded door it once u enter the town.”
I’m about to say something when the klok, bell rings, and I begrudgingly get out of my zitplaats, stoel packing my stuff and we all head out the door to get to our volgende classes.
Ashlynn joins me, walking door my side. “I’ve been thinking of a ton of things, but first I think we should do some extra research about the…killings.”
I nod. “Sounds awesome, though I’m thinking this’ll soon acquire seeing each other after school.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that, we can work on it in my house…and! We can record the making of the whole thing.”
“That…is a great idea. I think this project will be amazing.” I say, smiling a bit. “I never thought I’d have the guts to work on this topic though.”
Ashlynn shrugged. “Come on, these killing’s happened years, nothing bad can happen after years and years have passed, besides, it’s kind of a brilliant idea considering the anniversary is coming soon.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” Ashlynn laughs. “I just hope we don’t attract the crazies.”
I laugh too. Now I know u most likely will know what I’m talking about, but I’ll just fill u in just in case. u know some of those places where when someone gets killed people verplaats there to see if anything happens, of something else disturbing.
Well, in our town the crazies our obsessed with at least something, and it’s mostly the killer. Last year, some kid got arrested for stabbing a police in other of the guy, a guy who murdered innocent victims! You’d be surprised how many disturbing encounters I’ve had. These people are downright scary.
We don’t want any crazies getting pumped up over this.
“I just wish that this video will… I don’t know, be watched door thousands, become famous.” Ashlynn says, shrugging. “Just, for something, anything, to happen because of it.”
Be careful what u wish for.
*Thanks for reading, please don't copy, hope u enjoyed! commentaren and fans would be lovely!*
Be careful what u kill for
“So…what’s your project on kiddies?” Ms. Arthur asks us.
“So we have the first few installments of our documentary-”
“Movie,” Sasha interjected.
Ashlynn glared at her, “documentary of our very own horror hour.”
Ms. Arthur frowns. “Horror hour?”
“Um…you know, ma’am, the killing’s that took place years ago.” Lila explained.
“Oh…oh! The horror hour!” Ms. Arthur looked at us suspiciously. “What exactly is your project?”
Now in any normal town this might be very rude to the students, considering the teacher is suspicious of us, but in our town, she has good reason. A few years back some students did a project on him, and they did a sick cruel prank, and well…let’s just saying they paying for time in prison.
Fern, the cool nerd in our group, flashed her the sweetest smile and said. “It’s basically this documentary/movie of the guy, with historical facts along side creative, imaginative ideas from the young minds of today, ma’am.”
My group and I share a look, he was either a really good suck up, of he just made the rest of the group look stupid.
Ms. Arthur sighed. “Fine, but if there’s any risky business going on…you’ve got three chances, volgende group!”
My group and I made our way to the table, and we sat down, pleased that we managed to sway thye teacher.
RT grinned. “It’s a good thing we have a talented writer and super smart nerd door our side, of we’d be screwed.”
Chauncey rolled her eyes at him, before looking at us. “Do u think we should interview some of the victims family of something?”
“Maybe we should just leave them some privacy,” varen, fern suggested.
“Guys, it’s still the first dag of our project, we don’t need to try to hard.” I say.
Jordan shrugged. “Less work later on.”
I thought about it. “Here’s what we can do, what’s the installments about?”
Ashlynn shrugged. “Being the beginning of our project I started with the characters first, and a few ideas for a story plot.”
I nod. “Now, we can make this movie similar to the killing’s, but not too similar as to mess with anybody, we can have like a little interview thing-y first, and a little bit about our killer, which is barely anything-”
“Then the movie starts!” Sasha said, taking the words right out of my mouth.
“Yes,” I say with gritted teeth, already feeling a headache form.
“So…we all lived here for awhile, so we all know the story right?” Lila asked.
We all nodded, as RT shrugs. “Who doesn’t, u get bombarded door it once u enter the town.”
I’m about to say something when the klok, bell rings, and I begrudgingly get out of my zitplaats, stoel packing my stuff and we all head out the door to get to our volgende classes.
Ashlynn joins me, walking door my side. “I’ve been thinking of a ton of things, but first I think we should do some extra research about the…killings.”
I nod. “Sounds awesome, though I’m thinking this’ll soon acquire seeing each other after school.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that, we can work on it in my house…and! We can record the making of the whole thing.”
“That…is a great idea. I think this project will be amazing.” I say, smiling a bit. “I never thought I’d have the guts to work on this topic though.”
Ashlynn shrugged. “Come on, these killing’s happened years, nothing bad can happen after years and years have passed, besides, it’s kind of a brilliant idea considering the anniversary is coming soon.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” Ashlynn laughs. “I just hope we don’t attract the crazies.”
I laugh too. Now I know u most likely will know what I’m talking about, but I’ll just fill u in just in case. u know some of those places where when someone gets killed people verplaats there to see if anything happens, of something else disturbing.
Well, in our town the crazies our obsessed with at least something, and it’s mostly the killer. Last year, some kid got arrested for stabbing a police in other of the guy, a guy who murdered innocent victims! You’d be surprised how many disturbing encounters I’ve had. These people are downright scary.
We don’t want any crazies getting pumped up over this.
“I just wish that this video will… I don’t know, be watched door thousands, become famous.” Ashlynn says, shrugging. “Just, for something, anything, to happen because of it.”
Be careful what u wish for.
*Thanks for reading, please don't copy, hope u enjoyed! commentaren and fans would be lovely!*
I've been written
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't schommel, swing me door my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if u destroy me.
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't schommel, swing me door my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if u destroy me.
No matter how much u wish for meer it happens like the uur glass time runs out and you'll lung for more.
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test door our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test door our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
(Verse 1)
I am in love with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
Everyday
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover
I am in love with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
Everyday
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover
I walk into
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood door me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To toon them that...
Their work was useful.
To toon them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to toon all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood door me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To toon them that...
Their work was useful.
To toon them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to toon all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.