"(Y/N), did you finish your project for science yet?" Alice asked as she leaned against the girls group meeting place- the willow tree no one in the entire town dared to go near. At night in the summer, the four girls would climb the giant tree and look at the stars. (Y/N) would always tell her friends about the constellations, but they never remembered. Her mother was an astronomer while her dad was unknown to her. She would sit with her mother in the dining room every night, talking about whatever happened in school and her immaculate grades.
"I finished it last week, Alice."
"Don't tell me you finished it on the first day! You are such a kiss-up." Her friend groaned, then seeing a shooting star. "Look, a shooting star! Make a wish, (Y/N)!" The two girls closed their eyes as (Y/N) made a wish about getting out of this dead-end town. It was fairly small and everyone was friends. (Y/N) probably had the most friends, but no one would ever come as close as Alice,Candace , and Presley. "What did you wish for?"
"I wished to have something exciting happen in this dumb country town."
"I wished for a cute, mature boy since I know every single boy in our school and not one is on my level of awesome-ness. They are all annoying and disgusting. I don't want a boy, I want a man! A-"
"You want the impossible. A fantasy that you know will never happen in real life. Face the facts, Alice. There is no guy who will willingly walk into this ghost town and sweep a high school girl off her feet. Never going to happen."
"Well, you're a downer today." Alice crossed her arms and pouted as (Y/N) sighed.
"I'm sorry, I've just been really stressed out. Between extra credit, normal school work, dance, and my mom, I can't find any peace of mind. Plus, my mom's got me thinking like a realist."
"Ew! Gross! Keep that disease away from me. I'd like to not be buried next to the library, I want to live my life. Someday, I'm going to be a broadway star, living with my soulmate in a cute little city apartment."
"Than you better be the lead because those cute little places cost half a million." (Y/N) laughed as Alice pushed her over. "I'll only be a phone call away, for I'll be a famous author." (Y/N) smiled, thinking of all of the books and novels she would write.
As the girls joked and chatted, they were joined by their other two friends, Presley and Candace. Presley brought up graduation as the girls talked and immediately, (Y/N) said, "Stanford in California." The all teased her for already knowing without a single hesitation, but she knew it was meant for her.
As the night grew later, Presley spotted something. "Anyone else see that classic Chevrolet Impala 67 in black."
"I see the two hotties in the front seat." Alice smirked and (Y/N) shook her head in disapproval. "Let's go say hi."
"Are you crazy? What if they are felons?"
"Then we die. Let's go!" Alice pulled (Y/N) as Presley and Candace followed, both laughing.
"Hey there boys!" Alice struck up a conversation. "You lost? No one actually comes here for a reason unless they are lost or looking for a clean slate." She smiles at them flirtily as (Y/N) stayed hidden behind her two other friends. She took a look at the two and gave herself a mental pat on the back as the one driving flirted with Alice. "Yup. Criminals looking for a hide out." (Y/N) tried to slip away until Alice called to her.
"(Y/N)! Where are you going? We are gonna hitch a ride with them to the nearest motel. They need a place to sleep."
"I-I'm going to go home. Going to a motel with two strangers is not my type of thing, more yours." And (Y/N) ran to her car because she knew mouthing off the Alice would be the death of her. Little did she know that the man riding shotgun in the Impala was watching her run to her car. He got her plate number.
Later that night, (Y/N) was researching history for a certain boy in her class that asked her to do his homework- more like blackmailed because he knew that she was really watching "Smash" on her netflixs app during Science. She got out her calculator as a screen name popped up for her skype. It wasn't someone she knew, so she avoided the whole conversation with one word.
MemeBabe54: Minor.
ColtChaser212: Not looking for that crap. (Y/N) right?
MemeBabe54: How fo you know my name? Tell me now or I track you down with the cops.
ColtChaser212: Easy there, (Y/N). I'm not looking to hurt you. I just want to know about that willow tree you were parked near tonight with those three other girls. Alice was one of them, wasn't she?
MemeBabe54: Are you one of those guys that were in the Chevy? This is insanely creepy.
ColtChaser212: Insanely creepy. Right. Just tell me about that tree and you'll never hear from me again. Promise.
MemeBabe54: Fine. Three or four years ago, a girl named Diana died there. I was a friend of hers. She was walking home when she saw someone dressed in black underneath it. She run to the closest friends house- mine, and tried to tell me that there was a boy with black eyes trying to kill her. After that, she was paranoid and she went to a therapist for two weeks. She was walking home again and she went under the long, flowery branches of the tree and later that night, I found her body with Presley, bloody and dead. She looked like she was beaten to death, but there was no sign of anyone else there. We were all in 8th grade. In three days, it will be the anniversary. Happy?
ColtChaser212: Don't go near that tree again until I contact you, okay?
MemeBabe54: And I should listen to you, why?
ColtChaser212: Because you could die if you don't. Got it?
MemeBabe54: Yeah right. Big, bad ghost of my dead friend is coming to get me. I'm shaking. I'm blocking you, too. Have a nice life.
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(Y/N) shut down her computer and changed into her favorite pink and black polka-dot, fluffy pajama set of a tank top and pants. "Stupid, creepy dude. trying to scare me. telling me about my hometown. You got here two hours ago, man." She got in bed and hit the light, cuddling her favorite blanket.