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THE NEXT DAY, after Rowan and I reconciled our relationship, he and I are in his sunny bedroom, both shirtless, wearing his boxer briefs and my undies, with the bedcover covering us both.

Rowan is asleep, I, however, has redressed myself in my plum dress and low pump heels.

Rowan tiredly wakes up and looks at me. "Leaving so soon, Angie?" And sits up straight with the bedcover covering the lower half of his body.

"Yeah. I didn't want to wake you up, so, I quietly redressed myself." I said to him.

Rowan snickers. "I'll see you around, then."

"Yeah, sure." I said, plants a kiss on his cheek and walks away.

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SAUNDERS HOME

In my sunny bedroom, I'm sitting on my bedside, looking at my bulletin board with The Ghoulface.

Angie (VO) As I'm sitting here, pondering about who could be The Ghoulface serial killer. The Ghoulface made me say horrible things to Aiden and Rowan, and almost made me ruin my relationships with them both. Sharron was stabbed. And then, The Ghoulface said something about me getting closer. And then, Miss. Bergstine even said that The Ghoulface wants me to embrace my darkness.

My phone buzzes in my peacoat pocket. I pull my phone out and looks at it. The Ghoulface

I answer my phone. "What is it now?"

"Meet me in the Woodland Woods this evening with the gun I have given you. And you will finally avenge your best friend, Sharron Marvell." The Ghoulface said in a deep voice on the phone, and hangs up the phone.

I puts my phone back into my peacoat pocket and gets up to my feet. I slowly walks over to my vanity mirror table and opens the drawer. I glance at the gun in the plastic bag. I close drawer and walks away.

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SOMERVILLE HIGH SCHOOL

In the Arts&Crafts room, I'm sitting atop of the round table. And Aiden slowly walks into the Arts&Crafts room.

"Angie?" Aiden said.

I gets up and walks up to him and hugs him. He hugs me back.

"I am so sorry about what I said to you." I said, gently pulls away from the hug. And Aiden looks at me. "I am so sorry. I've been so horrible to you. I said those things about you about Gilmore."

"It's okay, I figured it was either Amy Tooney or The Ghoulface that made you said those horrible things. So, I forgive you, Shortcake." Aiden said to me with a small smile.

"Thanks." I said. "But anyhoo, I have to go, but I'll see you around."

"Yeah, sure. I'll see you around." Aiden said.

Aiden and I exchange small smiles at each other. And I walks away from him, walking out of the Arts&Crafts room.

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SAUNDERS HOME

I walks into my bedroom and walks up to my vanity mirror table, and slowly walks up to the drawer and opens it. I put the plastic bag, with the gun inside of it, in my peacoat pocket.

"Angie?" My Dad said.

I close my vanity mirror drawer and looks at my Dad. "Hey, Dad. What's up?"

"Nothing much. Just checking on you." My Dad said.

"I'm okay, Dad." I said, reassuring him with a small smile.

"Okay." My Dad said, and walks away.

I become worried and sighs to myself.

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WOODLAND WOODS

THAT EVENING, I slowly walks into the woods, glancing around at the trees.

"Hello, Angie." The Ghoulface said in a deep voice.

I look at The Ghoulface. "I'm here. Like you asked."

"Do you bring it?" The Ghoulface asked.

"I did." I said, pulling out the ziplock plastic bag from my peacoat pocket. "Why did you give me a gun anyway?"

"So, you can avenge your best friend, Sharron." The Ghoulface said.

"Or perhaps, you want me to pull the trigger so, I can become my darkness that I've been suppressing. So, you can stop with the bull-crap, I know it's you, Amy Tooney." I said with a straight face.

The Ghoulface pulls off their Ghoulface mask. And it's Amy Tooney herself.

"I knew you were always smart . . . ." Amy Tooney said, in her English accent, and pulls out a voice recorder and speaks into it. ". . . . Sweet Angie."

"Why?" I asked.

"I gave you a gun so you can use it on me. But you're still clinging onto the Good Sweetheart that you are." Amy Tooney said. "So, go ahead. Use it."

I gently slings the ziplock plastic bag with the gun inside of it to Amy. "I'm tired of our antagonistic quarrel. So, go ahead, do your worst."

"Oh, I will." Amy Tooney said.

And some unknown young persons wearing Reptiles leather jackets.

I glance around at the Reptiles members. "You have a gang group too?"

Amy Tooney smiles, mischievously. "Courtesy of your old bestie buddy, Jared Wallace. This is your last chance, Angie Saunders. Embrace your darkness or I will proceed to make your life a living hell, and I will extend our antagonistic quarrel to your best friends."

I look at Amy Tooney with a straight face. "Rot in a dumpster, Amy."

"Alright then." Amy said and speaks to The Reptiles. "Take her."

The Reptiles closes in on me. I punch a Reptile in their face, making them fall onto the grassy ground.

Another Reptile member grabs me from behind and slings me onto the grassy dirt ground. And The Reptiles engages. And Amy Tooney smiles, mischievously.

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3rd POV,
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The Saunders Gang are in the dimly lit main room.

"Where's Angie? She's supposed to be here?" Sharron asked.

"I don't know, but I'm guessing Amy Tooney." Rowan said.

Sharron's phone buzzes in her pants pocket. She pulls out her phone and looks at it.

Angie

Sharron answers her phone, putting it on speakerphone. "Angie?"

"Sorry, Angie is bruised up right now." Amy Tooney said in her English accent on the speakerphone. "But I'll give you a hint to where she is, Woodland Woods."

Sharron walks away, walking out of the Tavern Bodge.

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WOODLAND WOODS

Sharron runs into the dark woods. "Angie?! Angie?! Where are you?!" She exclaimed, worriedly.

Sharron stops running in the woods and looks at me laying on the grassy dirt ground. "Oh my gosh, Angie?!"

shortly afterwards...

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The Saunders Gang and The Cobras are sitting around at the round lounge tables.

Robyn looks at Sharron and Me, horrified, and gets up to her feet. "Oh my gosh."

Sharron slowly walks into the Tavern Bodge and gently sits down on the carpet floor, cradling me, scrape wounds and bruises, in her arms.

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