Hey! This is my first story on this account. I don't know where this idea came from... it's probably really weird.

I sighed as the dismissal bell rang, sliding my math notebook into my binder and zipping it closed. Today was another long day of middle school. Trust me; seventh grade sucks. I pulled the strap of my binder onto my shoulder and got up from my desk, following the rest of the kids rushing to the buses.

I walked down the noisy hallway filled with the noise of obnoxious people that I don't care about to the doors leading outside to the buses. I adjusted my binder strap and looked for a 14 on one of the buses. When I spotted it, I went up the stairs past the bus driver that never speaks to a seat towards the front.

The reason why I sit at the front is because the middle-schoolers sit at the back. The last time I sat back there… you don't want to know. I probably… "don't belong," in the front, because the high-schoolers sit up in front, but I think I'm tall enough. Trust me; a seventh grade girl should not be taller than 95% of middle school, including eighth grade boys and teachers.

Anyway, as soon as I sat down, I took the binder strap off my shoulder and took my cell phone out of my jeans pocket. I won't get into specifics what kind of phone it is; it would probably bore you. Let's just say I have a moderately cheap smart phone. It is my best friend, well, not really, my best friend is… let's just say he's really important in this story.

Because the first thing I did was take out my phone, you're probably thinking, 'Oh, she's just like all the other young teenagers; texting all her friends.' Wrong. I don't even have any friends. Wait a second, didn't I just mention that I have a best friend? You're probably confused. Don't worry; I'd be confused too. Maybe. Probably. I don't know. Or perhaps I do. Everything'll be explained later.

Anyway, instead of texting my non-existent friends, I got onto the internet and logged on to Fan Fiction. Yes, that's right. I like fan fiction. The secret is out. Lynwood Stormy Jennings is into fan fiction. It's time for me to hide under my bed and never go to school again. Oh, wait. I can't. Because I'm- Oops. I almost spoiled everything.

I clicked on my username in the top right corner, bringing me to the screen that has all the settings for my profile. It said that I had one PM in my inbox. Already knowing who sent it, I opened it. Here's what it said:

"I'll be on Facebook at 4 talk to you then. :) –Skylar, 3 hours ago"

Let me guess, you're wondering who this, "Skylar" character is. Everyone's wondering something these days. It's not just humans, either.

Skylar is my best friend I've already mentioned. If you haven't guessed yet, I didn't know Skylar in real life. We did Skype each other, PM each other, and chat through either Facebook or Gmail. However, we hadn't met, for he lived over 800 miles away.

Now you're probably thinking, "Wow, she is horrible at making friends. Her only friend is online?" It's not that I'm horrible at making friends. It's just that it's hard to find someone my age that's not stupid. I don't mean to offend anyone who's reading this that is in middle school. If you're reading this, most likely you're not stupid.

For the first time that day, I felt a positive emotion. That was just a half hour before Skylar got on! I leaned against the bus window, looking out at the forest, and the occasional building. I got home in about a half hour, so Skylar would get on at about the same time I switched from my phone to my computer.

When the bus driver finally dropped me off at my house, I ran up to the front door and opened it. I threw my binder down carelessly and went downstairs, where my bedroom and my computer were, along with my parents' and my twin sister's co- wait a second, I never even mentioned my identical twin sister, Bronwyn, have I? Well, I did now. I also have two brothers, Mackenzie, who is in college, and Logan, who joined the Peace Corps, and is currently in some country in Asia. So, both of my brothers are adults.

I found Bronwyn sitting at my computer. "What're you doing on my computer?" I asked. "And, why weren't you on the bus?"

Bronwyn spun in my chair toward me. "Oh, you're back. Mom and Dad are going to pick something up and they aren't coming back 'till tomorrow."

"You didn't answer my questions," I told her. She knew that I hate it when my questions aren't answered.

Bronwyn smirked. "Fine. My computer isn't working, and I needed to check my Facebook. My orthodontist appointment was today, so Dad picked me up and took me." She grinned widely, showing the colors she got for her braces this time, green and turquoise. "Then he dropped me off and left with Mom."

I nodded, and shoved her out of my chair, and logged out of her Facebook account. "Hey!" she glared at me, but it suddenly changed into a smirk. "Ah, I see… true love cannot be separated for long, can it?"

It was my turn to glare. I didn't turn toward her, I just ignored her while I logged in to my Facebook account. But Bronwyn wasn't about to give up. "Ah, my little Lynnie has grown up so fast… in love already!"

"Shut up…" I muttered.

"Lynnie and Skylar, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" my immature little sister continued.

I sighed, checking a few things, like FarmVille, Fish World, et cetera. Suddenly the notification jingle and the chat box opened.

"Hey, Lyn!" It was Skylar. Bronwyn noticed, and tried to push me over to get to the keyboard.

"Wyn… go… away…" I said as I struggled against my little sister.

"Lyn… it says you've seen it… are you going to reply?" Bronwyn won our little battle and held me down while she started typing.

"Yeah, I'm here," she typed.

"Oh, good. I thought you were ignoring me or something."

Bronwyn grinned maliciously. "Nope. Oh, by the way, I have a really important question."

"What?"

"Skylar Benjamin, will you marry me?" Bronwyn sprinted away as fast as she could, giggling. I rushed to type that it was my sister that said that, but not before Skylar said something.

"Um… are you being serious?"

"OHMYGOSH I HATE MY SISTER!" I typed. "THAT WAS HER!"

"Ah. That would make sense. XD My sister would probably do something like that, too."

"I'm going to KILL Wyn later."

"Violence is not the answer, Lyn."

"Yah it is. :P"

"Fine. Let's all listen to Princess Lynwood."

"That's right. You have to listen to me. You're my servant."

"Nope. I am the PRINCE!"

"…" What did he mean by that?

He quickly responded with, "Your brother, of course. :P"

Our conversation continued for a while longer, until Skylar said that he had to go eat dinner. I realized that we'd talked for two hours. Hm. It didn't seem like that long.

I left the Facebook chat window open and went upstairs into the kitchen and opened the freezer, taking out a tub of ice cream. What? It wasn't a full container, I swear!

I went and watched some TV, finding a good episode of SVU. When that was over, I yawned, and decided to go to bed.

I went back downstairs and just crawled into bed in my regular clothes, too lazy to change. It didn't take very long for my consciousness to fade.

Suddenly a man with a blue hood over his eyes was holding a knife to my neck.

Wasn't expecting that, were you? Me neither.

My mind went into a shocked state. I was frozen with shock and fear. I knew I was about to die.

The last thing I saw was the man's grin. Then I felt him put pressure on the cold blade, and a sharp pain and everything went black.

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