Another body disposed of and thrown into the sea as James Wallaby had become Emily's latest victim. This kind of thing happened very often, in fact, too often...
Meanwhile, Thomas Wilson was trying to sleep in his bed. It was 11.00 pm and he wasn't the slightest bit tired. He had a test tomorrow but he couldn't sleep, he couldn't stop thinking about her. Emily Nicholls was his best friend. They did everything together; even when they both didn't have dates to the prom, they went with each other "as friends".
"Thomas! Are you asleep?" his mother called. Silence... He was very good at acting, he was working towards a performing arts scholarship. "I need to sleep! If I fail this test, I won't get that scholarship!" he thought. The requirements stated that he must have at least an A in music, drama and English. He was struggling with music and his test was tomorrow!
BUZZ BUZZ! New text!489Please respect copyright.PENANAShjyloP2Vd
Emily: Hey Tom! 489Please respect copyright.PENANAmwb0f8wZP1
Thomas: Hey Em! It's so early! What's up? 489Please respect copyright.PENANAt0DmlvPndK
Emily: Early? It's 8.28! School starts in 32 minutes! I'm already there!489Please respect copyright.PENANAdoeiojVMmQ
Thomas: Oh thanks for reminding me. Have you heard from James? He didn't respond to my texts and calls.489Please respect copyright.PENANAL1SFaYEtlY
Emily: I'll just give him a ring and check that he's ok.489Please respect copyright.PENANA724rPzJJdh
Thomas: Thanks!489Please respect copyright.PENANA6wCde7O2bN
Emily: We don't want anything bad to have happened to him... 489Please respect copyright.PENANAnW9HFMXJ3u
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