Random story that my friend Peggy made and I luckily inherited. Yay me! First, I shall repost the original chapters. Chapter 4 is my first! Please review. If you want me to kill someone off, just ask and ye probably shall receive unless it's
Ben Stiller
Eddie Murphy
Johnny Depp
Adam Sandler
Ashley Trisdale
Vigo Mortenson
Cole Sprouts (Dylan can go to hell)
Kelly Clarkson
Christina Aguilera
Walt Disney (he's already dead I know)
Jesse McCartney
Or Elvis. Anyone else, I'll probably kill. (adding Vic Mignogna to that list)
Hilary Duff was particularly proud of herself today; it was her third week on her diet of no carbs. Actually, she didn't eat anything. At all. Can you tell?
So she lip sang to her mirror, unfortunately there was no one to put in words while her lips were moving this time like on her concerts. But she didn't care. She spent all her money on bleach and plastic; she didn't need personality.
'Me go to bar and have sex with ugly rapper,' she thought in her overly preppy thought voice. Today she was wearing a pink bikini top—oh wait I'm not sure that it could be called a bikini more like a strip of narrow spandex—and a two inch long skirt that I'm sure was much too far down for her tastes. She figured someone would want to have sex with her- that is she would think that if she was capable of individual thought.
So Hilary Last-Name-of-Homer's-Favorite-Beer strode down New York City pretending she was pretty.
Little did she know…
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"Dammit!" Roy muttered, slapping his hand down on his desk. "You're right, Edward, we need to get rid of her!"
Ed nodded sagely.
"Even I wouldn't go out with her!" Roy yelled. "And that's saying something!"
Ed sighed. "So does that mean…I can call him?"
Roy hesitated. Did it need to be taken that far? He remembered Hilary's horribly obvious lip synching. "Yes, Edward. Call him."
Ed pressed the buttons on Roy's office phone and let it ring for a little bit. Then…
"Hello?" a soft voice hissed into the phone.
"I have a job for you," Ed said in a low voice. "You know Hilary Duff?"
"That bleached plastic factory carrying seventeen STD's? Yes."
"Well…Roy and I would like you to take her out," Ed said.
The person on the other line smiled. "Thought you'd never ask. I'll get right on it."
He hung up.
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Hilary had just had sex with Bill Clinton, who gave her 300 bucks to do it. Hilary would've done it anyway but she never refused money.
As she walked away from his house, her purse fell into an alleyway. Normally she would've left it, but it was a designer's so expensive she could have invaded a small country with the money she spent on it. And she didn't want some brown haired girl with glasses to find it and touch it. So she gingerly walked into the alley and picked up her purse.
Suddenly, a hand reached out and threw rope around her neck. Having an IQ of -3, Hilary had no idea what was going on.
"Finally," a voice near her ear whispered. "You can't breathe can you?"
Hilary's last thought before she died was 'no he'll take my purse' and then she left this world.
The boy looked at her and smiled.
"Screw you, bitch," Wrath said.
I hate her so, so she had to be the first to die. Please review if you like.