Authors note: I don't own Beetlejuice! All that stuff belongs to the great
God known as Tim Burton. I do own my characters however, so NO TOUCHIE!!!
That's all! ^_^
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"Hello?" A girl answered. A silence then came over her. "It's Aaron, he wants to talk to you." She spoke to her friend. "Tell him I've fallen off a bridge or something! I don't want to speak with him and he knows it!" Another girl frowned; she then crossed her arms and turned her head. The other girl sighed. "I still don't see why you wont talk to him, Anna." Anna looked over at her friend, "Sarah, he knows why I don't want to talk to him! Tell him if he so lonely he should give Erica a call, I'm sure that would make him happy!" Anna lectured. Sarah couldn't help but smirk, "Harsh!" She sighed, "Aaron, she doesn't want to talk to you. She thinks you should burn in hell." Anna raised an eyebrow, "I do find that rather amusing, actually." She smirked. Sarah listened for a few seconds. "He says he's sorry and that he didn't want to kiss her. He said---" Sarah was stopped by Anna snatching the phone from her. "That he just couldn't help but kiss her! Seeing as how you are so much more interested in that stuck up snobbish bitch than you would be a person who actually has a heart! Well you know what, you can have her!" Anna shouted into the phone, she then slammed it down on the base; hanging up on Aaron. Sarah sat in shock at what had just happened, Anna rested her head in her hand and took a few deep breaths. Sarah then wrapped an arm around her friend to comfort her. "I hate him." Anna said, holding back tears. Sarah smiled, "Well think of it this way. Not only do you have a reason to hate him, but now you've gained another reason to want to kick Erica's ass." Anna laughed. "Thanks Sarah." Anna smiled, "What are friends for? Come on, I'll drive you home. And if we see Aaron, we'll run him over." Anna laughed again as she and her friend walked downstairs and to Sarah's car. The two 17 year-olds hopped in and drove off. As they drove, a song came on the radio. "I love this song!" Anna said leaning forward and turning up the volume on the stereo, she then began singing along.
"So long ago I don't remember when, That's when they say I lost my only friend. But since she died easy of a broken heart disease, I listen through the cemetery trees."
Anna stopped singing, then turned the radio down. "But now. I really can't stand it." Sarah then came to a stop sign. "You still like him don't you?" Sarah asked. Anna looked up at her friend. "Well I guess but I'll get over him. Besides, would you pine over a guy who cheated on you for the worlds biggest bitch?" Sarah laughed, "No I wouldn't." The two then proceeded to Anna's house. When they go there, Sarah walked her friend to the door. The two hugged and said their goodbyes and Anna walked into the house. "I'm home!" She yelled. No response, "Hello? Mom? Dad?" She then walked towards the stairs and saw a note on the table; she picked it up and read it. "Anna, Your father and I went to the Marshall's party; Sam is at David's house. He will be spending the night there. Your dad and I will try to be home before 1." Love, Mom" Anna then remembered about the party they had been invited to before. "Must have forgotten." She sighed, and ran upstairs. She opened her door and flopped down on her bed. She stared at the ceiling for a few moments. Once she was out of her little trance she got back up and sat on the edge of her bed. She then took off her shoes and jacket and lied down in bed. She then drifted off to sleep. She had a dream about her kicking the shit out of Erica, and how good it felt. The next morning she woke up, there was rain pouring outside. She slowly rose and rubbed her eyes. She got up and looked in her mirror. He long brown hair was messed up a bit and she looked like she could use some strong coffee. She grabbed her brush and fixed her hair, she then put her shoes back on and began to walk towards the door. She almost had placed her hand on the doorknob when suddenly she froze. She looked around her room for a second. Something didn't feel right. "What the---" But soon after that, she was falling.
"Hello?" A girl answered. A silence then came over her. "It's Aaron, he wants to talk to you." She spoke to her friend. "Tell him I've fallen off a bridge or something! I don't want to speak with him and he knows it!" Another girl frowned; she then crossed her arms and turned her head. The other girl sighed. "I still don't see why you wont talk to him, Anna." Anna looked over at her friend, "Sarah, he knows why I don't want to talk to him! Tell him if he so lonely he should give Erica a call, I'm sure that would make him happy!" Anna lectured. Sarah couldn't help but smirk, "Harsh!" She sighed, "Aaron, she doesn't want to talk to you. She thinks you should burn in hell." Anna raised an eyebrow, "I do find that rather amusing, actually." She smirked. Sarah listened for a few seconds. "He says he's sorry and that he didn't want to kiss her. He said---" Sarah was stopped by Anna snatching the phone from her. "That he just couldn't help but kiss her! Seeing as how you are so much more interested in that stuck up snobbish bitch than you would be a person who actually has a heart! Well you know what, you can have her!" Anna shouted into the phone, she then slammed it down on the base; hanging up on Aaron. Sarah sat in shock at what had just happened, Anna rested her head in her hand and took a few deep breaths. Sarah then wrapped an arm around her friend to comfort her. "I hate him." Anna said, holding back tears. Sarah smiled, "Well think of it this way. Not only do you have a reason to hate him, but now you've gained another reason to want to kick Erica's ass." Anna laughed. "Thanks Sarah." Anna smiled, "What are friends for? Come on, I'll drive you home. And if we see Aaron, we'll run him over." Anna laughed again as she and her friend walked downstairs and to Sarah's car. The two 17 year-olds hopped in and drove off. As they drove, a song came on the radio. "I love this song!" Anna said leaning forward and turning up the volume on the stereo, she then began singing along.
"So long ago I don't remember when, That's when they say I lost my only friend. But since she died easy of a broken heart disease, I listen through the cemetery trees."
Anna stopped singing, then turned the radio down. "But now. I really can't stand it." Sarah then came to a stop sign. "You still like him don't you?" Sarah asked. Anna looked up at her friend. "Well I guess but I'll get over him. Besides, would you pine over a guy who cheated on you for the worlds biggest bitch?" Sarah laughed, "No I wouldn't." The two then proceeded to Anna's house. When they go there, Sarah walked her friend to the door. The two hugged and said their goodbyes and Anna walked into the house. "I'm home!" She yelled. No response, "Hello? Mom? Dad?" She then walked towards the stairs and saw a note on the table; she picked it up and read it. "Anna, Your father and I went to the Marshall's party; Sam is at David's house. He will be spending the night there. Your dad and I will try to be home before 1." Love, Mom" Anna then remembered about the party they had been invited to before. "Must have forgotten." She sighed, and ran upstairs. She opened her door and flopped down on her bed. She stared at the ceiling for a few moments. Once she was out of her little trance she got back up and sat on the edge of her bed. She then took off her shoes and jacket and lied down in bed. She then drifted off to sleep. She had a dream about her kicking the shit out of Erica, and how good it felt. The next morning she woke up, there was rain pouring outside. She slowly rose and rubbed her eyes. She got up and looked in her mirror. He long brown hair was messed up a bit and she looked like she could use some strong coffee. She grabbed her brush and fixed her hair, she then put her shoes back on and began to walk towards the door. She almost had placed her hand on the doorknob when suddenly she froze. She looked around her room for a second. Something didn't feel right. "What the---" But soon after that, she was falling.