Dear, Emily,
Not all the girls are pretty. Only the ones who are dead. -A
I find this note on my dresser. Quickly, I pick up my Phone and call Hanna. "Hanna," I start. "Hey, Em, What's up?"
"I got.. a note from A," I breathe out.
"You did? What does it say?" She asks, seemingly worried. "Well.. 'Dear, Emily, Not all girls are pretty. Only the ones who are dead. -A'.. I'm scared, Hanna," I say softly.
"Only the ones who are dead.. Omigosh.." Hanna starts hyperventalating. "Hanna? What's wrong?"
"Th-That was an idea for Ali and I's report on wombats.. B-But, no one but me and her actually heard about that.." She says, her voice cracking.
"Omigosh, how does A know all these things?"
I just do, I hear in my head. "Wha-?" I turn around and-
A/N: Really short and bad.. But it's my first story. So.. Please review and stuff.
:)