Previously titled "It Was Only a Matter of Time"
It was only a matter of time before I killed him.
Yeah, that's right! I killed my very own cat in cold blood. What can I say? He lasted longer than my last pet.
He was always screeching at me, demanding food. But he was obese, I was putting him on a strict diet.
Now, now, don't get your knickers in a twist. Of course I'd occasionally slip him a bit of chocolate while no one was looking. It's not like I'm an animal abuser!
Anyways, back to the point. I need a new pet to adopt into my loving abode. This time, I won't get a fat one so I won't kill it with my helpful dietary meals.
On her way to the pet shop--which she had visited four times that month--Samantha Halls skipped down the sidewalk, humming a made-up song of hers. She was thinking that she might get a dog this time, but she quickly concluded that she didn't have the time for a puppy.
She was much too busy with her fabulous career; scaring pedestrians.
However, before she could reach her destination, a black van pulled up.
We all know how this goes; masked men come out, she screams and tries to run but the catch her anyways, etc. etc.
Well, that didn't happen.
Instead of running and screaming, she wondered whether she was messed up on the dates. Was it Halloween already?
She went with them happily, deciding that her sister was simply pranking her.
After all, she pranked Sia last week, it was only a matter of time before she reciprocated.