Hey guys, sorry for my absence, school has been so demanding. Anyways, here is the next part of Surviver!

That was creepy, really creepy. Nothing is creepier than getting a phone call from a possesed doll in a movie. Summar, Paige, Oliva and I stood there. Motionless. Until we heard my sister's voice say

"Haha, I got you!"

"Wow Maryse, that wasn't funny! Why did you change your line name to Ray?"

"Wha-? Oh, this isn't my phone; I just found it on the sidewalk by our house. If you look out the window you can see where it was because I haven't left the spot yet."

My three friends and I looked out of the window and saw that she stood in the exact spot that we used to spy on Paige's parents, meaning if the phone was dropped there on purpose by "Ray" he had not only been caling us but spying on us too.

"Hey are you guys okay, you like a bunch of dead birds, with you eyes so big and all."

"Yeah. Sorry. Just come inside, we have something to tell you. Leave the phone there. Hey, where's Lily?"
"Lily? Oh, I haven't seen her since we left for school this moring, so her boss probably called her in today because someone was sick."

Lily has a part time job at Colonial House, our favorite restraunt. Maryse works as a lifegaurd at the biggest pool in Nevada, also working sometimes at the Watiki around here, since they are both owned by the people.

At Watiki, there was this guy who is constantly hitting on Maryse. Maryse continues to neglect him although that just seems to make him think she's just playing "hard to get" and his flirts get less PG everytime.

At Colonial House, Lily has this guy who comes in everyday just to see her, it's rediculous. She rejcts him as well and the last time I saw him he stormed out of the building very angry and didn't even get the fifty dollars worth of food that he had already paid for.

My sister was in the room and we talked to her about our stalker. What's even stranger is that my mom and dad are never even home to eat, sleep, shop or even pay the bills, yet the bills are still all paid.

I'm really afraid that they could be the ones behind this. They would always terrorize us kids because we simply weren't what they had wanted. They wanted kids that shared there love of gambling as they shared there love suits and formal dresses, although I normally sport a wardrobe of a hoodie, a Star Wars, Batman or Horror T-shirt, khakis, and just some regular NIKE Max Air Blue shoes.

Well, we all had to go to bed. It was Thursday night and tomorrow when we had band we were having an assessment on the scales and what not. I'm a percussionist, Paige is a saxaphonist, Summar is a clarinet...tist, or a clarinet player and Olivia is a flute player. We were all at the top of the class. We were at the top of every calss we were in, so can you see why we have no friends?

The next day at school was a complete disaster. Not because we flunked any of our assingments, but something far far worse had happened. Katy Perry had done a live performance at our school and it sounded horrible, like a rat had gotten caught by a mouse. Did that catch you by surprise or are you super psychic and you know what I'm going to say next?

On a serious note (which is the hardest note to play on a mallet intsrument or piano, keyboard, synthesizer, organ or launchpad) something had happened that would forever change the future of our school. We were in Lunch and one guy took my cinnamon roll. I chased after him because I really love cinnamon rolls and He went all the way into the bathroom. I told myself I wouldn't chase a guy into the bathroom until I heard him gasp, scream, and fall to the floor. What did he see?

I went in and there was blood all over the place. The only reason it was scary was because it was fresh. I looked at the guy who took my dessert and he had the dessert shoved half-way down his throat and his stomach looked like woodpeckers with knives for beeks pecked him a million times. All of his holes were bleeding and one was suspiciosly larger than the others. I peeked inside an instead of his intestines I found a little phone. I was seriously worried right now. It had a phone number typed in but the number was hidden. I hit the "call" button.

"Hello?"

It was Paige.

"This is Fang Glasford's phone; would you like to leave a message?"

It was my phone?

"Paige?"

"Fang is that you? What are you calling from?"

"Don't mind that! I want you to find the principal! Tell him to come into the boys' bathroom right by the lunch room!"

"Why? What happened?"

"Something bad happened. Nick is dead, and his blood is on my hands!"

"You are getting calls from his phone number?"

"NO! His blood is literally on my hands! Now, go find the principal!"

"Why can't you do it?"

"For god's sake Paige you know better than anybody that in horror movies when the person who discovers this goes and tells someone it miraculously disappears! Now just fucking do it bitch! RUN!"

"Okay. Going to get him now."

So I stood there, wondering what to do, but I heard a noise, and the onlyt thing that it could be is the killer.

I started to open up all of the bathroom stalls. That last one looked like it just had something in it, but there was no one in there.

However, the air vent passage thingy ma donger was open.

However however, nothing the size of a regular student could fit in there. What was going on?

Later, Paige and Mr. Popowski (our principal) showed up in the bathroom and long story short, Mr. Popwski was going to expell me...until he checked out the security cam footage of outside the bathroom and how there was no way that I could have killed him. However, what it didn't show was when the killer came in, because everyone that came in before the murder came out, meaning that the killer jacked the system, which is unlikely, or he creeped inside at night, and brought a few snacks and drinks.

One thing is for sure though, tommorrow is going to have the longest assembly ever in our school's history.