Hey guys, this is the last chapter! Hoped you liked the story! And sorry it was a little short, but time constraints you know.
This next chapter is going to be really short, just to set up the next movie.
It was a few hours after we had left the hospital, it was the day after the day where we went through hell, and it was three days after the day it all started. It really was a terrible experience, but at least kids didn't bully us at school anymore. I think that overall though, the outcome was great, because none of us were dead, and we all had awesome battle scars. Except Maryse...that...fucking...French...bitch
She has somehow missed the whole thing by going to Taco Johns all of the damn time. She's French! Not Mexican!
Well, it didn't matter. We were all in my room, watching Curse of Chucky, reflecting on what had just happened.
Olivia and Lily were playing cards on my desk, Summar and Maryse were giggling about boys while playing on their phones while Paige and I just sat on my couch and watched the movie.
"Man, it's crazy that this doll in this movie actually went after us." I stated.
"I know, sometimes I think it was just a dream."
"Yeah, but we all got the scars to prove that it wasn't. And Maryse has the fat belly."
We both laughed, and just smiled at each other. We stared at each other for a while, until I got a phone call from a person with the cell phone line titled Erick Braiden.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hello." Shit. The voice.
"What's your favorite scary movie Fang?"
THE END