"I say we just
put her back in bed," suggested Madeline.
"We can't just
put her back in bed," defied Debra.
"Why not?"
"Well, for
starters, she's got a jawbreaker stuck in her throat."
"We're already
outside her house. Wait a minute. It's perfect. Maybe Lizzie had a friend over.
You know, mommy and daddy's last night away. Maybe he's from school, maybe not.
But definitely into the freaky-freaky. He got a little rough, went too far.
There's a fine line between pleasure and pain, you know. She screamed for help
but her screams were muffled by the huge candy ball. She tried but there was
nothing. Only sugary, sweet death."
"Wow,"
uttered Andrea. "That was some M. Night Shyamalan crap there."
"Nobody's gonna
believe that," said Debra.
"They will
because it's their worst nightmare. Elizabeth Duvall, picture of teenage
perfection, obliterated by perversion."
"You are sick,
Maddie."
"Listen, let's
just get in the house before someone else does."
The girls got out of
the car and closed the doors. They walked to the back as Madeline unlocked the
trunk with her keys. They opened it up, forced to look at the lifeless Lizzie
again. Together, they lifted her up, before Madeline picked up some rubber
gloves, and for minutes, struggled to carry her slender yet heavy body around her house to the
back. They entered through the unlocked backdoor, which they broke into to
surprise their friend. They walked through the bottom floor of the house, into
the entrance hall to go up the stairs. The stairs were their biggest obstacle
but they managed to get through. And once they entered Lizzie's bedroom, they
plopped her down on the bed, lying on top of her and trying to catch their
breath.
"Man,"
panted Andrea. "That jawbreaker made her gain weight."
The girls got off of
Lizzie and spread out. Madeline passed Andrea a pair of the gloves and she
pulled on; Madeline did the same with her gloves. As the two grabbed Lizzie's
stiff limbs and tried to move them around, Debra sat down on the stool by the
dresser. She picked up what seemed to be a birthday card which was standing up
on the dresser. The girls grunted, hoisting Lizzie's legs, while Debra eyed the
card. She opened it and a girl's voice popped out.
"What is
that?!"
Madeline and Andrea
dropped their friend's legs when they heard that voice. They switched their
eyes over to Debra.
Debra closed the card
and looked up, frantically. "I'm sorry. It's from last year's prank. It's
one of those cards. You push a button, record a greeting and you open it."
Tears in her eyes, she opened the card again.
"What is
that?!"
"Don't touch
anything," Madeline commanded. "Let's just do this and get out."
Andrea grabbed Lizzie's
head and with force, tried to move it to the left because it was stuck facing
right. Cracks were heard from Lizzie's neck as Andrea pulled her head in the
other direction. Suddenly, she jumped and screamed.
"What?"
inquired Madeline.
"She looked at me,"
responded Andrea.
"Her eyes are
open. She's bound to look somewhere. Andrea, she's dead. It's okay."
The girls went back to
rearranging Lizzie's body on the bed to make her seem like she was assaulted.
After they were done, Madeline and Andrea stood in front of the bed and pulled
off their gloves.
"Very
natural," Madeline commented.
"Thank you,"
Andrea smiled.
"Debbie, I need
your seal of approval here. Does it look real?"
Debra stood up and
took a few steps towards Madeline. "I can't do this. No!"
Madeline swiped the
card from Debra's hands. "Gee, Debs, will you relax? I killed Lizzie. I
killed the teen dream. Take your panties out your butthole."
"You don't
understand. I'm not doing this. I don't want anything to do with this."
"I can't believe
this. I'm saving your butt and you doo-doo on me."
"You doo-dooed on
yourself, Madeline."
Debra marched towards
the door and opened it to leave. But in front of the door, Skye Carter, one of
the geeks at the girls' school. She was standing there with a set of books in
her arms. She got startled when the door opened. Madeline and Andrea walked up
and stood beside Debra. They did not expect Skye to be inside the house.
"You're Skye
Carter, right?" asked Madeline, throwing on a smile. "I'm Madeline. I
don't think we've met with the cruel politics of school and all. Skye, I need
you to be completely honest with us. Tell us, did you hear anything? And let's
not lie; I can smell a lie."
"Why?" asked
Debra. "Because you're a liar?"
"Not helping.
Come on, Skye."
"Homework,"
Skye uttered, goggling at the trio.
"What?"
"Lizzie wasn't at
school today so I was sent with her homework."
"And you heard
us? It's just between us. What do you know?"
"I-I-I don't
know. I don't know what I heard. I just-- I-- W-What is that?" Skye
pointed past the girls.
They were urged to
turn their heads and take a glance at Lizzie's body.
"Oh, that?"
Madeline inquired. "Oh, oh, it's just-- Andrea, get her!"
Skye screamed before
running off. Andrea charged after her like a football player. With Debra and
Madeline following them, Andrea chased Skye down the stairs all the way into
the backyard. Eventually, Andrea caught up with the geek and lunged right at
her. She pinned her down onto the lawn, stopping her. Madeline and Debra slowed
down and approached the two. Andrea got up and sat down on Skye's back so she
wouldn't get up. But Skye was so hurt that she would've needed time to get up.
"Have a little
scare, dear?" Madeline said, looking down at Skye. "I'll come clean
with you, Skye, because once our little bloated boo-boo floats to the surface,
it'll all become clear in that little head of yours. And we wouldn't want you
to be rash, would we?"
"No, but tackling
me was a bit rash," responded Skye. Her voice almost sounded slurred since
her cheek was pressed against the ground.
"I know you. I
know all about you. You're the one in the corner at the dance that all the geeks won't dance with
because they're at home, tickling old pervs in cyberspace, getting Catfished by what seems to be a hot babe.
There's nothing to hide, Skye. You're a celery stick, we're celery with peanut
butter. But I'm here to offer you something you never dreamed of because today, fate
has decided that you were cool. We're gonna make you one of us. If, and only
if, you never, ever tell anyone what you heard. Think of it."
"I think my leg
might be broken."
"'Till the day
all shall see what we molded from sheer misery'."
"Seriously, I
think it's broken."
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