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BEEP BEEP, the buzzer on Tru's alarm clock went off. "In a minute" she said to no one. BEEP BEEP, "Alright already. I'm coming." She reached over and shut her alarm off, interrupting the next series of beeps. She rolled out of bed and eventually made her way to the kitchen. She went over to the counter and started pouring herself some coffee.
"Good morning, Tru!" She heard from behind her. She jumped, she thought she was alone. Her brother was staring at her with the smile he always has on, that plainly says, Can I borrow some cash? "You are my most favoritist person in the whole wide world, you know that?"
She turned to look at him. "Yeah, yeah what do ya want?"
"Why on earth do you think I would ever want something?" He said in his fake little innocent voice.
"Because I know for a fact that-" She stopped when her phone started ringing. She answered "Hello?"
Davis's voice greeted her "Tru?"

"Yeah? What's up?"

"Have you seen Jack lately?"

"No. Not since Luke's funeral. Why?"

"Are you sure? Absolutely positive?"

She was getting worried by the urgency in her boss's voice. "Yes I'm sure. Davis, what's going on? What's the matter?"

"Just, come down here. And be careful!" "Um, alright. I'll be there in a few. 'Bye."

"Bye." The dial tone met her ear and she hung up. She turned back to Harrison, "I have to go."

"But... I need... you can't leave now!"

"Harrison, there's money up there." She pointed to a little box on top of the cupboard, "just, make sure you get it back to me."

"Thanks, I love you so much." He gave her a kiss on the check.

Tru went into her room to get dressed. When she came back out, Harrison was gone, along with all the money. "This better be worth it, Harrison", she said to herself. She grabbed her bag and left.

Tru walked into the office at the morgue, to find Davis hunched over some piece of paper. "I'm here", she said.

Davis jumped, and then regained himself. "Okay, good. Good."

"Davis, is something wrong? Why did you call me down here?"

"Um... come look at this."

She joined Davis at the table and read the note he was talking about. The one he was reading earlier. She started reading out loud. "Tru, don't save her, and I won't kill her. Jack. Well, that's friendly of him." She added, sarcastically.

"Is this a do-over day, Tru?"

"No. Not yet, at least. Where did you get this?"

"It was on the door."

Suddenly, a girl came running through the door. She couldn't have been older then 15. She was wearing extremely baggy black pants, combat boots, and a black halter-top, which aloud you to see the belly- button piercing. She had four piercings in one ear, and three in the other. Her hair was straight and went to her chin. It was black, with hints of purple. For being so morbid, she was incredibly pretty. She looked an awful lot like someone else they knew.

"Can we help you?" Davis asked, still a little shocked from her running in so quick.

The girl looked at Tru. "Are you Tru Davies?"

"Yes. Why?" She took a deep breathe. "My name is Jackie. Jackie Harper. And I'm going to die today."

Sorry it's so short. I'm having major writer's block. I'll post again as soon as I can. Please review! More reviews, faster posts!