• Steven Decided to walk Brenda home.
    "Do you think that going into a house with tons of rumors is a bad idea?' She said, half-wanting him to agree.
    "Brenda, It's just only for a night. You're just overreacting." He said
    Is it true? She thought, Am I really overreacting?
    When they reached the house, Steven made an unexpected move.
    He eched himself closer to her, then, he locked his lips to hers.
    She was shocked, but she enjoyed it.
    "See you later, Brenda." he said as he walked away.
    Wow!, she thought, my first kiss!
    When she came into her room, she took off her shoes and quickly searched for her CD.
    I gotta get this bet out of my head! Brenda thought. I need to forget about the bet and I can tell them I forgot the next day, and Greg will blab on and on about how he was lucky to still be after a night of near-death experiences...
    She usually likes Linkin Park, but she listens to Quietdrive to forget about things.
    When she found the CD, she popped the CD into her CD player and pressed play.
    After two songs, she drifted off to sleep.
    First, she was in a grassy feild, enjoying herself. She was only eight years old, then, the scene faded into a cementary, and her age changed into age thirteen, the age she was in now.
    She ran through keystones and graves to find her way out of the twisted dream.
    Then, a girl with curly blonde hair was in front of her. She was wearing a red dress with black high heels.
    Heather Stone, she thought, The girl that was missing for eleven months.
    Her wrists were covered with blacelets. On one hand, she was holding roses, on the other, she was holding a knife.
    Her boyfriend cheated on her at the prom, he went with Brenda and made Heather wait for two hours.
    Oh s**t, she thought.
    "YOU," She yelled, " YOU CHEATED ON ME AT THE PROM!!!!"
    "No I di-"
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    "YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS!!!!!!" Heather shouted. She dropped the roses and raised the knife.
    Area: Brenda's head.
    She was too scared to move. Her legs were palalized by horror.
    Heather lowered the knife at a quick pace.
    "NO!!!" she screamed.
    She was no longer in the cementary, she was in her room, in her bed, shaking and shivering from her nightmare.
    She turned to her digital clock, ten o' clock.
    "OH S**T!!", she said," I'LL BE LATE FOR THE BET!"
    She got up and changed into a pair of jeans, The Audition jacket, and her Punk Rock shirt with converse shoes.
    She walked down the stairs to the living room, and towards the door. Her parents are asleep and barely knew about the bet.
    She opened the door, entered into the darkness, and closed the door.
    Inside her, she knew how it might end.