Chapter Four: Preparations
They stayed up pretty late except for Rebecca. In the morning Jill woke up in her empty, lonely bed like she has been for the past week or so. "Maybe Claire's right. Maybe I shouldn't dwell on the past," she said to herself quietly. There was a lot to do today. Claire insisted that the girls all go get a facial, a manicure, and go shop for some jewelry.
Boom, boom, boom! Someone was knocking on her door a lot harder than necessary. There was a soft moaning sound. She new that hungry sound: She reached for her Beretta and loaded a clip of fifteen 9mm rounds. She slowly reached for the door, her hand poised and ready for anything. Quickly she pulled the door open her gun pointed straight at Leon's smiling face.
He was cracking up, "You should have seen yourself with that determined look on your face. I can't believe you actually thought I was a zombie!" "Leon! You're just an immature.immature brat," yelled Jill. Leon ran back to the living room, still laughing. Later that day, the girls went to do their things. They got back at 4:00 and got dressed. The ball was at 6:00 but Claire insisted that they get ready anyway. The girls were already dressed, but the guys were still deciding what to where.
"I think they're doing that on purpose," muttered Rebecca. At last the guys were dressed. Carlos went out and quickly said, "Now don't laugh. I know I look weird." Rebecca couldn't keep from opening her mouth. Claire nudged her shoulder and made a little noise. She started to blush uncontrollably. Carlos too blushed. "Well I don't think I look that good," he began but was cut off by Claire. "You look great. Rebecca thinks so to don't ya Rebecca." She just nodded.
Leon was next and this time it was Claire's to open her mouth. Barry stepped through the door with his family.
They stayed up pretty late except for Rebecca. In the morning Jill woke up in her empty, lonely bed like she has been for the past week or so. "Maybe Claire's right. Maybe I shouldn't dwell on the past," she said to herself quietly. There was a lot to do today. Claire insisted that the girls all go get a facial, a manicure, and go shop for some jewelry.
Boom, boom, boom! Someone was knocking on her door a lot harder than necessary. There was a soft moaning sound. She new that hungry sound: She reached for her Beretta and loaded a clip of fifteen 9mm rounds. She slowly reached for the door, her hand poised and ready for anything. Quickly she pulled the door open her gun pointed straight at Leon's smiling face.
He was cracking up, "You should have seen yourself with that determined look on your face. I can't believe you actually thought I was a zombie!" "Leon! You're just an immature.immature brat," yelled Jill. Leon ran back to the living room, still laughing. Later that day, the girls went to do their things. They got back at 4:00 and got dressed. The ball was at 6:00 but Claire insisted that they get ready anyway. The girls were already dressed, but the guys were still deciding what to where.
"I think they're doing that on purpose," muttered Rebecca. At last the guys were dressed. Carlos went out and quickly said, "Now don't laugh. I know I look weird." Rebecca couldn't keep from opening her mouth. Claire nudged her shoulder and made a little noise. She started to blush uncontrollably. Carlos too blushed. "Well I don't think I look that good," he began but was cut off by Claire. "You look great. Rebecca thinks so to don't ya Rebecca." She just nodded.
Leon was next and this time it was Claire's to open her mouth. Barry stepped through the door with his family.