"Ok, so we're locked in the FREAKING school with no escape. I swear to god, if there's a murderer in the school, I'm hanging myself," Victoria complained,
"Don't," Evan's voice bounced from the corner. Victoria glared at him,
"Do us all a favor, and shut up," she retorted, obviously ticked off. She sighed, and apologized, "Sorry, I'm just scared."
"It's ok, I think we all kind of are, Vicky," Morgan said, calmly. "Well, I'm going to go to the bathroom real quick,"
"I'll go with you," Lorayne offered, but Morgan shook her head.
"Fine, if you get killed, don't come crying to us," Victoria said, sarcastically.
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"Sorry, Ashlea, no one meant to hurt you," Alana said, leaning out the door.
"Just leave me alone, I'm going for a walk," Ashlea stated. Alana went back inside, sitting next to her boyfriend. Victoria went after her.
"Hey! If you see Morgan, tell her to come back," Ashlea nodded at Victoria's request, turning her back on them.
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"Three hours later, no sign of any of them. Is anyone getting cell service?" Shane remarked.
"None. Texts aren't going through either. It's as if someone has somehow removed all service." Ciara answered.
"I say we form two groups, one that stays here, at home base, and one who goes out and looks for them," Victoria proposed, "I'll go with the search party team." Nick, Victoria, Alana, Lorayne, Evan, Elijah, and Shane formed the search team. "Now," Victoria addressed the whole room of people staying behind, "don't leave this room, and lock all doors. Only open if it's us." With that, we departed from the band room.
The sun was beginning to set, and the school was getting darker. Victoria, Elijah, and Lorayne had their phones out as flashlights, then they heard rain hit the ceiling, and thunder booming. The first boom took Alana by surprising, causing her to jump. Evan wrapped his arm around her, comforting her. They were all silent, until Victoria broke the silence,
"Well, stormy night, two people missing, locked in a school with a murderer, can it get anymore cliche?" Everyone kind of whisper laughed, until lightning struck, showing a figure, holding something. Something long, something metallic. They had a fricking knife. In the other hand was, um, an arm. They weren't sure whose but they dared to think. They all took off, except Victoria. She walked a bit closer, but Elijah grabbed her wrist and yanked her back.
"Are you freaking insane?" He hiss-whispered as they ran.
"Guess I spoke too soon on the cliche thing, huh?" Victoria joked, getting a smack on the arm.
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Murder of the Marching Band
HorrorWho says that smart people always die last? Join the marching band as they attempt to survive being locked in the school with a killer. Is it their director, someone who works at the school, a random stranger, one of them, or could it all be a case...
