Title: Sammy Keyes and the School Girl Strangler
Author: Andie
Summary: A killer is in Santa Marina and is going after girls. Girls with dark hair and eyes - girls that look a lot like Sammy.
Story Disclaimer: I do not own the 'Sammy Keyes' characters.
(5/21/08) EDIT: I am now re-writing this book. Just touching up. I do have it finished but I want to change these chapters first.
Chapter 1: Sammy Keyes and the Soda Spill
I slamed the bathroom swinging door open, Marissa hot on my heals, "God! She makes me so, so mad!" I fumed to my best friend since forever, as I tried to wring out my now drenched shirt.
I could see that Marissa was in the beginning stages of the McKenzie Dance and was clearly worried that I would do something drastic.
Like punch Heather.
Ha! I would never do such a thing... Besides, I'd walked away didn't I?
"Samantha Keyes and Marissa McKenzie please report to the main office, Samantha Keyes and Marissa McKenzie."
Marissa's eyes widened as the faint sounds of the intercom floated our way. We were being called to the office. She threw a look my way that clearly stated 'What did you do?'
I didn't do anything! I am a innocent bystander in this little adventure.
"I'm telling you 'riss, I didn't do anything! After she dumped this on me I got myself out of the lunch room, that's when I ran into you," I stomped out of the bathroom heading in the direction of the office, Marissa once again right behind me, "I'd bet she found some way to pin this on me."
"Sammy I doubt that Heather Acosta has figured out how to make it look like you would purposely pore soda on yourself." Marissa said as I yanked open the office door.
The William Rose High School's office is just like any other office - I think. I knew it backwards and forwards though, I tend to spend a lot of time in here. Heh-heh.
We slumped down into one of the office's tan chairs - well I slumped, Marissa sat in that Marissa way of her's - and waited for Mr. Jamison to call us into his office.
"Could you stand you're getting the chair all wet." Ms. Pierre, the secretary, said scrunching up her nose as though she smelt something foul.
The woman hates me, I'm not sure exactly why, but she does. She could be hanging off a cliff and I could be the only person able to help her and she still wouldn't take my hand.
I started to stand up anyway and as I was doing so Mr. Jamison's office door opened.
Out walked the one and only Casey Acosta. My sworn enemy's dear brother and my... well, I think he's my friend.
"Sammy?" A small line appeared on his brow as he walked out of our Vice Principals office. He looked so sweet. Yikes, bad monkeys. Bad. The fact that such an insane evil monster like Heather could be related to Casey never creased to amaze me.
"Hi," Said the stupid red barrel monkeys that come out whenever I'm around him. Those would be the same monkeys who let me think he looked sweet.
"What are you doing here?" He asked shutting the door behind him.
"Duno." Ah! Stupid. Stupid monkeys!
"Why do you have Coke all over you?" he asked really looking at me the first time.
"Heather got really, really mad when Sammy was talking about–" I interrupted Marissa before she could tell Casey why Heather had dumped her soda on me.
"Heather and I had a little incident with a bottle of coke. It was nothing," A big whop of nothing that had me in a sticky t-shirt for the rest of the day.
"Mr. Acosta please get an admit and proceed to your class. Girls please come into my office." The deep voice that belonged to Mr. Jamison saved me from having to explain further.
Casey nodded to Mr. Jamison, "See ya later Sammy," He gave me one last look and went to Ms. Pierre's desk - who smiled as soon as he walked up. I think she might have a bit of a crush.
"Sammy, Marissa please. Sit," Mr. Jamison nodded to the two chairs in front of his desk, "I have some bad news," He looked at us both.
Was I being expeld? I had heard that High Schools were tougher but being kicked out because I got a drink spilt on me... it just seamed a little over the top. Just a tad.
Though it doesn't sound possible or provable Marissa was doing the Mackenzie Dance in her seat - and she was making it seam easy.
"Mr. Jamison, if this is about the soda, I didn't - "
His brow furrowed slightly. "Soda? No, no it's not. I imagine you have heard of the horrible tragedies that have taken place in the past three weeks?" He asked taking a seat at his desk and crossing his fingers like he was praying.
Who hadn't? When something this big is happening no one hasn't heard of it. Why, I'd bet my life savings that the people all the way in the Big Apple have even heard of the School Girl Strangler - that's the name the press gave the killer, seriously. The Strangler had killed four girls in Santa Marina already. I had personally known one of the girls, Dee-Dee Daniels, who had been a Sophomore with Marissa and I. The other three girls I had known by their reputation. Natasha King was supposedly going to be swimming at college and Jenny Winters had been a fantastic artist; both had been seniors. The other girl, Maggie Gregory, had been a freshman who was great at gymnastics.
Mr. Jamison ran a hand over his face - a sign of stress and sorow, "I'm sorry to tell you this but Callie Dupont's has been missing since this morning. Because of her physical features the police believe that she has been kidnapped by the same person the other girls had been."
I blinked in shock. Surely he hadn't said the right name. There was no way he had said the right name, "Cal?" She had dropped me off at school no more than four hours ago. It couldn't be true.
Mr. Jamison was saying more - I could see his lips moving but nothing was coming out. My head felt as though someone was pounding on it with a rock and my ears were roaring with blood. I placed my hands on my head to relieve the pain but it only became worse. Slowly I felt myself pitch forward and a fuzziness come over me. Like I was in a silent film. But only one thought echoed threw my head as the blackness pulled me in.
My sister was gone.
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- Andie