I'll write so that I dont leave ya hanging. This chapter will be finishing off the 14, and then onto the 15!!

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Chapter 7

After Seth and Summer woke up at 4:30, to get Summer home, Seth told himself he'd be sleeping until 2.

That didn't happen. Seth got to sleep til 10 until a shrill shreak came out of the house nextdoor. Marissa Cooper.

Seth rolled his eyes, thinking marissa had just broken a nail or something. Until he remembered about lastnight. He smiled, shot up in bed, got dressed, grabbed his skateboard and was on the street in 2 point 2 seconds.

"Where is she?!"

"Who?"

"The little bitch!"

"Well, Your forehead says thats you."

"You know who I mean!"

"No, Sorry I don't. Now I have to go. Oh, by the way, nice eyebrows.. brow.. one. Only one."

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"Hello?" Summer asked, as she picked up her cellphone and held it to her ear.

"Summer, you fucking bitch. I hate you!"

"Why, what did I do?"

"You know perfectly well what you did!" Marissa hissed.

"No. I don't. Maybe its just your guilty contence."

Summer hung up the phone, then called Seth's number.

"I'm coming over. We need to talk this through!"

"Okay?" Seth asked, but Summer had already hung up!

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Marissa saw Summer heading towards Seths house, so she got out her eyeliner, drew a fake eyebrow, put on a hat, and hurried to Summers, two pant cans in her hand.

Luckily, no one was there when Marissa got there. She raced up to Summers room, opened a paintcan and found a space on the wall.

Revenge is sweet, eh Summer?

Then Marissa went to the next space of wall.

You just wait for it. Its coming.

Then, Marissa took the picture Seth got Summer for her birthday and ripped it into shreads. She carefully glued the part of Summers moms head, and an old picture of Summer, far away from eachother on the wall. Then, she took out a permanent marker, and wrote:

Just like normal, eh Summer? Except, in real life, you can't see her. And you can't feel, or touch her. Because she's dead. And your a slut, and thats why she wouldn't love you, even if she wasn't dead.

Marissa stood back to look at her handiwork. Pretty good. Now only if she could think of revenge.

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Okay, Im not sure if this is how I want to leave my 14-years. You guys review and tell me if I should move onto the 15years or not, yet.