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McKenzie was washing her face in a small sink. She had exited the school to immediately head to an abandoned house in the residential area. Shattering a window, she had entered the house and gone upstairs. She'd been lying on the bed ever since then,
Listening to Ms. Prok's announcements, she was glad to see that the house she was hiding in was not going to be a danger zone. The chances of anyone finding her here were very unlikely.
Her random weapon was disappointingly food poisoning, which is why she was hiding in a house right now. There was no way she could take anybody on with some cyanide… it just wasn't possible. What was she gonna do, throw the bottle at them? But she was over relaxed as she lay on the bed.
There was a small noise downstairs, but McKenzie didn't hear it. It was the sound of a footstep on a hard floor. Someone else was in the house. McKenzie was in a daze, tired and sleepy due to the late night she had just been through. There had been massive explosions and loads of gun fire throughout the night, but she was extremely surprised to hear that only 3 people had died - one of which had died in the classroom.
She also felt bad just sitting in this house. Someone with an own life, their own family; had lived here. And it was being used for some horrible game that involved students killing each other till only one remained.
McKenzie felt anger boil up to her head. Ms. Prok was obviously a volunteer in this horrible, twisted game. Not only that, but she seemed to think of everything as a joke, joyously saying the names of her dead friends and the new danger zones. It disgusted her, and she pulled out a piece of bread from her bag.
The bread was stale, and as she bit into it she felt as if she had to crunch the outer edges with her teeth. It was disgustingly chewy as well, which rubbed salt in her wounds as her stomach rumbled. 'Might as well go downstairs and look in the cupboards for something to eat,' she thought.
Taking the stairs two at a time, she walked into the kitchen to see someone standing there.
It was Lauren, and she looked at McKenzie and gave a slight gasp.
"Stay back!" she said, holding her weapon in front of her. It was a drumstick, chipped all around the edges. McKenzie laughed.
"You're going to fight me with a drumstick?" she giggled. "You're such a poser Joe Jonas fan girl, Lauren."
"Take that back," said Lauren slowly.
"And why should I take it back little girl?"
"You know you'll never be as big a Joe fan as me."
"What makes you think that? If Joe was here right now, I'm sure he'd love to have sex with me first! In fact, he wouldn't do it with you at all!"
"You wish," screamed Lauren.

"Joe would never even look at slime like you!"

"Yes he would!"
"How dare you say that, you total weenie?"
"Wow, Lauren, no one says weenie anymore if, you failed to notice…"
"Well you know what? I can say whatever I damn well want to!"
"Stop shouting at me just because you're jealous of my Joe loving skills!"
The small argument had gone from bad to worse.
"Don't think I won't beat you with this!" steamed Lauren.
"You couldn't harm a fly with that piece of crap weapon!" retaliated McKenzie.
"Yes I could, and Joe would be quite impressed!"
"No he wouldn't. He'd be too busy staring at my beautiful body."
"You're so full of yourself; Joe would never go with you. I am a much more luscious woman, I mean just look at these thighs."
Lauren slapped her thighs for McKenzie to see.
"That's just… disturbing," blinked McKenzie, astounded.
"Well I bet you don't have a limited edition Joe plushie?!"
"Who needs that, he's at home in my bed right now!"
"You perverted freak of a girl!"
"I am not a freak you freak!"
"You suck at comebacks if all you can do is say what I said!"
"Well you're a fat loser!" screamed McKenzie. And this set off the fuse in Lauren. She charged at McKenzie and slammed the drumstick into her arm. A sick thump was made, but no bones were broken.
"Now you're really going to get it!" screamed McKenzie. She ran to a drawer and opened it, pulling out a fork.
Lauren backed off, but still remained brave, "You would never stab me with that!"
"We'll see about that!" said McKenzie, charging at Lauren. They traded blows with each other, swiftness and strength fueled only by the determination to be the biggest Joe Jonas fan girl ever. It was quite sad, really.
McKenzie ended up getting a scratch on Lauren's arm with the pointy edges of the fork.
"Ouch!" exclaimed Lauren, rubbing her forearm. "You really don't think you're going to get away with that, do you?"
"I wasn't planning on getting away with it, girl!" screamed McKenzie.
"On guard!" screamed Lauren, raising the drumstick. More blows were parried before the two finally fell back, breathing in deeply.
A crashing noise came from the living room on the other side of the house, and the two precariously wandered over. Stepping through a shattered window was none other than Brittany.
"You two?" she exclaimed upon seeing McKenzie and Lauren. In her hands was a smooth wooden plank. "I heard some insults about Joe Jonas fan girls so I came here." She paused, looking at Lauren. "You got most of those from ME when we were arguing last week, which shows that I am the biggest Joe fangirl" she said triumphantly.

"NO!" Screamed both McKenzie and Lauren at the same time.

"YES! WHO HERE HAS A JOE BUDDY ICON? WHO HERE HAS JOE POSTERS ALLLL OVER HER ROOM?"

McKenzie and Lauren both raised their hands as Brittany bit her lip.

"WHO HAS FREAKIN SLEPT WITH JOE JONAS!!" She yelled, out of desperation. "SLEPT!" she added for emphasis, although it felt like she had put it on the wrong word.

McKenzie and Lauren responded by pulling out their incredibly lethal weapons.

"I thought this wooden plank was a bad weapon, but looks like you guys got worse." Said Brittany after they did so.
"This isn't my supplied weapon," said McKenzie through gritted teeth, holding up the fork.
The three were standing in a triangle formation, their feet planted on glass splinters. After a long, awkward pause, Lauren finally said something.
"Like Dono said," she began. "Let the battle of the fan girls begin."
And the three attacked.

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