Ok, obviously I don't own Diagnosis Murder or Mark, Steve, Amanda, and Jesse. Although, I wouldn't necessarily mind owning Jesse... anyways. I do own Fiona, Michelle, and anyone else in this story than the above mentioned. I don't mind you using them in any other stories (Heck! That would be cool!), just tell me where so I can read it. Um.... that's all for now. Sit back and relax.
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Fiona Burr walked quickly, as if she were trying to get away from something, down the halls of Walker Valley High School, apprehensive. The sound of the other students' horseplay did little to muffle the sound of her heart pounding in fear against her chest. She knew what she saw, but she didn't know what to do about it. Should I tell, and be a pariah at my own school and risk my life, or forget it ever happened and live with the guilt for the rest of my life? she mulled to herself.
"Hey Fi," a voice called out of the crowd. "Fi?" Fiona blinked herself out of her fog.
"Huh? What?" she asked to the girl who was vying for her attention. Her perfect blond hair bounced against her porcelain skin as she ran to Fiona. She peered at Fiona with her gray eyes.
"You know that it isn't a big deal, don't you?" the girl asked.
"Listen, Michelle, it is. It is a VERY big deal, and you are going to be caught."
Michelle's eyes darkened to cobalt. "And how will I be caught?" she hissed.
"I-I don't know," Fiona admitted, running her hand through her purple close-cropped hair.
"I thought so," Michelle said with a smug smile. She flipped her hair in Fiona's face as she bounced off. Fiona squeezed her green eyes shut and pinched the bridge of her nose.
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