The Models

4 pretty girls. 4 pretty boys. 1 big event brings them together.


15. Tracie- Killing. You. Slowly. And. Sweetly

 I woke up to the West Virginia state song. At least I would've if my dear alarm went off and sang me to waking up. Instead I woke up the standard, annoying beeping of the regular alarm clock.

I turned off the alarm, and reached for my phone. It wasn't there, not where I left it at least. I reached further, causing me to almost fall out of the bed.

I had no idea what the holographic glitter was happening, but I didn't like it one bit.

Dragging myself out of bed, I forced myself to look at the alarm. FIVE A.M. Someone's going to die.

I picked my glasses up off of my bedside table, and pushed them up the bridge up my nose.

Pulling myself to my closet, I looked through my sock and underwear drawer. Underwear-less.

Almost. I walked over to my bed. I pulled the shorts and sweatshirt I planned on wearing and threw them on my bed. T-Shirt, boy shorts. Kept extra under my pillow. I was that weird of a person, yes.

I got dressed, but I couldn't find my contacts. Luck is on my side today.


I walked out of my room and searched for my wallet in my purse. What? Nothing. Okay.. No panicking. I dropped my bag and headed out to Ginn's apartment. I didn't bother to knock on the door. I walked into the kitchen, seeing a bag of things on the counter that looked very familiar to me.

I looked closer. My things. She stole my things! Blasted, April Fool's day was over. It wouldn't be here again until next year.

I took my things. I left a note on her counter, saying that I, one of the sweetest girls, would hurt her in the sweetest way possible.

This time, I promised.

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