"Great. Just another weekend of doing nothing." Liana groaned. She slammed her locker closed, and hit Andrew's shoulder.

"Come on. Mom's gonna be mad if we're late to practice."

Andrew sighed. "I don't wanna go today. I feel sick."

"Yeah, well, suck it up. And if you throw up, do it away from me. I don't want my uniform ruined."

Andrew rolled his eyes and closed his locker. Liana grabbed her backpack and they began walking toward the doors when they heard a booming crash.

"I don't even wanna know. Let's go. That ghost can go re-die for all I care." Liana sighed.

And they went to soccer practice.

Three days later

The town was grieving over the loss of two young teenagers who lost their lives on a Friday evening. Their names were Chrysalynn Menns and Nexana Kinley, two girls who were murdered for unreasonable reasons, and wanted to live full, happy, lives.

Or so you thought.

Author's Note

BOOM UR BOI WROTE A THING

Yikes this makes so much sense.

Poor chrys and nex

haha. i'm making so many references and no one gets them. Oh well. you'll understand soon.