Theme Song: The Script "Before the Worst"

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"Okay everyone, begin to wrap up what you can. Third period will be ending soon", said Mr. Peters.


"What is that suppose to be?" asked Savannah quarreling at Lucy's painting.
"A monkey, duh", said Lucy finishing her creation.




"Mr. P, do you have a girlfriend?" asked Lucy.
"Lucy, that's kind of blunt to ask. Well do you have a girlfriend Mr. P?" asked Savannah.
"Where do you live Mr. P?" asked Kimberly.
"Girls, girls, please don't ask things about my personal life. If I answered those questions,
How would I ever get you young ladies to leave me alone?", he said cheeky.


"There they go again. They’re like vultures when it comes to Mr. P", said Dylan looking at the group of girls that circled around Mr. Peters.
Most of the girls in school would take Art class, just so they could be around the hottest and youngest teacher in school.
"I feel bad for him sort of", said Jenny.
"Why do you say that?" asked Dylan curiously.
"He's quite young to be a teacher and surrounded by pretty girls all the time", she said.
"Very true, I'm surprised he's not tempted at all".


Jenny looked over to her silent friend Asia who continued to paint, "Say Asia, why so quiet?" she asked.
"I'm just focused on finishing this", Asia replied.
"You've been focused a lot lately, everything okay?" Jenny said worried.
"You sure like to focus a lot", said Dylan.
"Well you know me, I love painting", said Asia.
She was a talented artist, believe it or not.


"I'm just worried. You've been looking tired lately and what's up with all the sweaters?" said Jenny as she watched Asia pause what she was doing for a second.
"I've just been busy with AP classes obviously. I haven't had time to care about my rest or my looks lately", said Asia.
"If you say so. But if you ever need my help, just let me know and I'll be there for you", said Jenny reassuring her.


The bell rang and third period was over. Everyone began to scatter outside of the art room.
"Oh, hey Dylan. Give your buddy my deepest condolences", said Mr. Peters.
Dylan stopped walking and said, "Who?"


"Well Anthony of course", said Mr. Peters.
Dylan began to think about it. Nobody had seen Anthony in days.
He claimed he came down with the flu and didn't want to get anyone sick.
"I don't know what you mean, all he has is the flu", said Dylan.
"Oh boy", said Mr. Peters with a surprised face, "His mother died the other day Dylan, I saw the accident".
"What?!" yelled Dylan.

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Kyle

"Can we please begin the project now! I said please", I said getting agitated at her.
I had skipped school today, just so that we could actually find time to sit down and begin our project.
Unlike some of the cool kids at school, I actually like to get A's.


"What are you talking about?" Taylor said looking at her girly mags, "I am researching".
"Did you forget that our project involves rabbits and not Covergirl", I said leaning back.
"I remember, I’m looking at Paris Hilton wearing a rabbits' vest".


Startled by it, Taylor's phone began to ring, "Oh it's Monica, I need to take this", she said getting up.
"Why did I even bother coming over today? You're fooling around", I said as I crossed my arms.
"Calm down it will only take like ten minutes", she said messing with her cell.
I became parched, "I'm thirsty and I hate tea".
"Go get a soda, you know where they are", she replied.


I walked down the hall toward the garage door.
It's been a long time since I last walked around her house like this.
Just thinking about the way things used to be, just reminds me that we can never go back.
The person I used to be, has also became someone else.


"Gosh, there's so many to choose from", I thought to myself as I opened the fridge door, "Guess I'll get a mountain dew, I'll need the energy".
Taylor and her fraternal twin brother, Riley are always left home by themselves;
since their mother loves to travel time to time.


I closed the fridge and was ready to walk back inside, until I heard something drop on the other side of the garage. Was someone in here? I should make sure, I mean who wouldn’t want to rob this mansion?
"Hello?" I said.



I walked past the large Hummer that covered up this damaged Audi.
Strange, why does this family have a damaged vehicle sitting in their garage?
I mean, shouldn't they have taken it to see a mechanic?



I walked all the way over to the other side of the garage to only find nothing but tools all over the ground.
Maybe they hired someone to come and fix this thing and I was just being paranoid.
But still, it's unlike them to leave trash lying around their home.


I began walking back towards the dining room as I saw Riley's bedroom door cracked open.
Was Taylor inside? If she was, I certainly wasn't going to wait any longer to get this project done.
So I decided to barge in and get her attention.


"Hey Taylor, if we don't begin our project I'm going to go home", I said as I walked in holding my soda.


I walked inside to only find that Taylor wasn't inside, and that Riley's room was just bare.
But something else had caught my full attention.
What Riley had hung up on his bedroom wall was just something I don't think I had ever seen someone have before.


"What the hell?"
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