IMPORTANT

Karla is no longer Karla. She is now called Kara. Yea well so I didn't like her name so I changed it, got a problem with that? Heh, didn't think so. Ok now back to our program.

Chapter 4: The Peanut Butter Massacre

"Oh my God guys! We're going to die!" Stella hopped into Kinki's lap. They looked like Shaggy and Scooby just after they almost wet themselves of fright.

The four of them just stood there, in front of the innermost band room door. Perhaps if they waited a little longer, they thought, everything would go back to just like they were three weeks ago, when Mr. Simon was still alive, when all was as happy as punch.

"Y-ou gu-ys, th-think maybe we should take a look?" Kara stuttered.

The four girls slowly made their way to the uniform room. All was silent and the room was like an immense pit of darkness. Yet the band room was so familiar to them, they could literally walk with their eyes closed.

As they edged closer to the uniform room, a faint aroma caressed their noses. The smell got stronger and stronger as they edged closer and closer. It wasn't an unpleasant smell; on the contrary it was sweet-scented. The girls now were at the edge of the door. Joanna peered inside. Darkness with the overwhelming smell of sweetness. Then, just as mysteriously as they died, the lights flickered on, as if they were just resurrected. After their eyes adjusted to the lights, the girls were startled by Joanna's Psycho scream. Their mouths dropped to their feet as they stared blankly at the disturbed scene that lay in from of them.

There, at the center of the uniform room laid Vladimir, his face covered with peanut butter. In fact, everything was covered with peanut butter; the walls, ceiling, floor, hat boxes. It was like a peanut butter hell.

"Is he…" they moved closer to Vladimir, "… dead?"

At this point, Joanna was crying and making a huge scene.

"They killed him," tears pored from her eyes, "they choked him with the peanut butter and killed him!"

Joanna kneeled down by her beloved, not daring to touch Vladimir, as if she wasn't worthy enough to. She continued:

"We could've lived so happy together! We were so close to being a happy couple!"

Oh she lost it now, the others thought.

"And now they shove peanut butter down his throat. They knew it was hard to swallow! They knew too much would kill him!" Joanna suddenly eyed the almost empty Jiff jar. She picked it up and scooped as much of the remaining paste that was left.

"This is it," Joanna rumbled on, "today I shall part to my beloved. This is my destiny!"

"Joanna stop acting crazy! We gotta find a way out of here and tell the police!" Kara tried pulling Joanna away, but she just shrugged her off.

"No! You don't understand! This is destiny, like Romeo and Juliet! I have to die! That's what they did, because they loved each other!"

"Yo Jo, you're being whack. It don't make no sense. Romeo and Juliet loved one another. You might like him, but I know he's not diggin' you back!" Stella glared at Joanna. She wanted to slap her silly, "besides," she rambled, "you're gonna need a whole lot more peanut butter than that to choke yoself!"

Wrong thing to say…

"Goodbye friends! I'll miss you!"

And with that, Joanna ate the peanut paste from her hand. The others eyed her weirdly. Their expressions would change to horror when they realize the mistake they made of not stopping Joanna from committing the sticky suicide. Little did they know that Joanna was fatally allergic to peanuts.