Clare, Adam, and Eli arrived at the school at 7:58. They stepped out of Eli's hearse and stared at the dark, desolate school, their arms resting on the top of the car.

"They're probably all inside already," Clare suggested, answering the question all three of them had. As if anyone who was anyone arrived at parties on time or early.

Adam's eyes focused on a neon pink piece of paper taped to one of the doors of the school. "Look," he said as he walked toward the paper. It held one word inscribed in thick, black, hand-written letters. "Cafeteria," he slowly read aloud.

"So are you chicken shits ready?" Eli asked, slapping Adam on the back. Clare walked around the front of the car and grabbed Eli's hand. "I am," she said with a smile.

Together, the couple made their way to the cafeteria, Adam not far behind them.

They turned down the hall to meet the eyes of the other five guests standing outside the closed cafeteria doors.

"Well this party's gonna suck," Bianca spat with her arms crossed.

Eli simply ignored her crude remark. "Are these the only other guests?"

Drew spoke up. "There's a long table in there with only eight chairs," he informed Eli. "Unless we're playing musical chairs, this is probably it."

"But why are you all standing outside?" Clare asked. Alli pulled her jacket tighter over her arms. "The doors won't open," she answered softly.

Then, as if to spite her, the doors slowly opened. Without a word, all eight students walked into the cafeteria. They admired the long, blood red rug that led from the entrance to the other end of the cafeteria placed under the long rectangular table adorned with eight glasses, covered plates, and four, lit, black candles among the fluorescent lights of the cafeteria. The walls were draped in white sheets the stretched from the ceiling to the floor. Actually, the cafeteria looked like a hot mess.

Bianca grabbed Drew's arm and circled her fingers on it. "Sit by me?" she pleaded seductively. Alli scoffed at the sight and Drew snatched his arm away from Bianca. "I'd rather die first," he spat.

Bianca was the last person he wanted to sit by. He didn't forgive her for seducing him in the boiler room, but he didn't forgive himself for being seduced. Because of his actions with Bianca, he'd lost the girl he loved: Alli. She'd given him a second chance before, but he'd blown that one, too.

Drew decided he'd sit beside or near Alli so he could make amends with her for a second time in the hopes of another chance with her. Then he would show her how much he truly loved her.

"There are place cards," Fiona announced. She was the first to look at the table while the others tried to piece together what was going on in the cafeteria.

Shit, Drew thought to himself. If there are place cards, then I might not be able to sit by Alli. This bothered him, but he hoped he could sit near her.

And his hopes came true. He sat in the middle on the right side of the table (entering the cafeteria) with Alli on his left. The only downsides of his seating arrangement were: Bianca sitting on his right and Fiona sitting right in front of him.

Drew was trapped among the ex he wanted to be with again, the slut who wanted him all for herself, and the princess who he'd had a brief fling with but let go to his brother.

As for the rest of the seating, Adam sat in front of Alli beside Fiona. KC sat to the left of Fiona and to the right of Clare who sat at one of the ends of the table. Last but not least was Eli who sat at the other far end of the table, his back to the cafeteria entrance.

The short distance of the rectangular table felt like a thousand miles to both Eli and Clare. They longed to be next to each other more than anything. She was okay with just staring at him during the dinner, but he felt like he'd die if he didn't have the warmth of her body near his.

"I'll be damned," Bianca muttered to herself with her arms crossed after everyone had sat down. There was no way she wanted to sit by a Jesus freak like Clare or a pathetic loser like KC. She didn't really mind sitting my Drew, but the other two options pissed her off.

"Christ my head hurts," Adam complained holding his head with his eyes closed. Fiona handed her glass of water to him. "Drink some water," she suggested. "You'll feel a little better."

He almost took her glass, but he just gave it back to her. "I have my own," he stated. He knew he sounded rude when he'd spoken, but his head was hurting too much for him to realize it.

He looked up at her, wincing slightly from the hurt expression on her face as well as the throbbing pain he felt in his head. "Sorry," he muttered.

Fiona nodded and turned away from him. Adam took one long drink from his glass of water and sighed. Already, his head was starting to calm down. He took another long drink to soothe the rest of his headache. The pain was almost gone when he realized he was out of water. He decided he would just deal with it.

KC sighed. He was starting to get really hungry. He lifted the lid on his plate just a little bit to see what was under it.

Steak! he exclaimed happily to himself. Whoever was hosting the party needed to hurry up and show themselves before KC started drooling all over himself.

Bianca scoffed at the seating arrangement made her way to the doors. "I'm going home," she announced. "Screw all of you." The doors slammed shut when she got near them and she jumped in shock with a small scream.

Bianca sighed. "I guess I'm staying," she stated dejectedly. She made her way back to the table and took her seat beside Drew. Hopefully she'd get through this night without having to kill anyone.

No one spoke after Bianca sat down. They were afraid of what would happen if they made a noise. As they sat in silence, a deafening thunder boomed above their heads causing the lights to go out and all the girls, as well as Adam, screamed at the top of their lungs. The four candles in the center of the table were the only light there.

All eight guests had been frightened, but only the girls and Adam had screamed. And as they all tried to gather their breath and slow their galloping hearts, music began to play.

The soft piano began to fill the entire cafeteria and everyone looked around to find the source of the music.

The tune…somewhat sounded like that song everyone had heard as a kid. Oh, what was it? Baa, Baa, Black Sheep. That's it. Everyone started humming when they remembered they knew the song.

As the song started over, a child began humming along with it. Everyone else stopped humming to hear the child. Then, the child began to sing…

"Seven sinners rapping at my door;

a little piggy is a sinner no more.

Six sinners rapping at my door;

a sinner overslept is a sinner no more.

Five sinners rapping at my door;

a sinner without help is a sinner no more.

Four sinners rapping at my door;

a sinner who lost his head is a sinner no more.

Three sinners rapping at my door;

a sinner who lost his breath is a sinner no more.

Two sinners rapping at my door;

a sinner who won't let you in is a sinner no more.

One sinner left rapping at my door;

a sinner who wants what I had is a sinner is no more."

"What the hell?" Eli asked. Everyone looked at him. The music kept playing. "Who's doing this?" Drew shouted to the ceiling. "Could you stop please?" Fiona pleaded. "This is starting to get cree-"

"Silence!" a deep, booming voice ordered. Everyone's eyes shot back up to the ceiling, waiting for something else to happen.

"You are all sinners," the voice spoke again. Silent murmurs erupted from the eight guests as they were appalled. Everyone started to feel shocked, wondering what the jackass would say next.

"Adam Torres," the deep voice called. Adam felt his heart stop. He sat in his chair without moving an inch. "The Transgender Freak. You're a poser Adam," the voice accused. "Or should I say 'Gracie?'"

Suddenly, Adam didn't feel like a man anymore-if he ever felt like one at all. Gracie sat in his chair and she was terrified of what whoever was behind that voice would say next.

"Day after day you pretend to be what you are not," it announced, "You deny the body God gave you and refuse to tell the truth about who you are. This is why you are nothing more than a lowly sinner."

Adam felt tears welling in his eyes, but he quickly wiped them away. He wasn't gonna let some jerk make him feel like shit. He definitely wasn't going to let anyone make him cry in front of his princess.

"Bianca DeSousa," the voice continued. All eyes flashed back to Bianca who was starting to feel a little sweat beading under her freshly cut bangs. "The Tramp. You're Degrassi's own number one slut."

There were a few snickers, but Bianca ignored them.

"You use your body to build yourself up and tear others down. You care only for yourself and you step on anyone who gets in the way of what you want. This is why you are nothing more than a lowly sinner."

To be honest, Bianca didn't really care what the voice just said. She knew everything the voice had said was true. Nothing brand spanking new there.

"Andrew Torres. The Hothead."

Fuck, Drew thought to himself. Drew had a lot of baggage and whoever was on the other side of that voice probably knew all of it.

"You are arrogant and unfaithful. Like Adam, you are a liar. Worse, you are a blackmailer and a traitor. You couldn't even control yourself enough for the girl you love. This is why you are nothing more than a lowly sinner."

Instead of crying like Adam or point-blank not caring like Bianca, Drew looked to Alli worried. The voice had just revealed his deepest secret: he still loved Alli.

Sure, Fiona was gorgeous and his new crush, but nothing could replace the feelings he had for Alli. He regretted cheating on Alli. He regretted lying to Alli at the Vegas Night dance and saying he only "kissed" Bianca. He could never forgive himself for that. Now, he sat in his seat wondering if Alli would notice. Which she didn't.

"KC Guthrie," the voice called. "The Heartbreaker. You use your past as a sob story so you never have to worry with a horrible future. You've sewn your seed and refused to farm it well. Though you have made a vow to change, nothing ever lasts. Deep down, you'll always regret staying with the mother of your child and even having your child. This is why you are a lowly sinner."

KC began to get angry. "Where do you get off saying all this shit to us?" he shouted to the ceiling. Whoever that was had no right to make these accusations.

Whoever that was…quite frankly didn't give a damn.

"Alli, Alli, Alli Bhandari," the voice chanted slowly and disdainfully. Alli felt her muscles stiffen. By now, she realized there was a point to this calling out and she was worried what would be said about her. It worried her worse that her name had been called three times.

"You're probably the worst of all," it declared. Alli's hand flew to her mouth to stifle a gasp. "You lie, tease, and try to please more than anyone. You're selfish and even more desperate than Bianca. Even worse, you hold grudges against anyone who has ever pissed you off. Just ask Clare."

All eyes shot to a wide-eyed Clare who said nothing as a wide blush ran across her face. "You never forgave her for outshining you in school and definitely not for calling your time with Johnny a mistake."

Clare gasped. She had never told anyone about the Johnny thing. And Alli said she wasn't mad at Clare anymore. Now Clare wasn't sure if she could trust her friend anymore….

"This is why you are a lonely sinner," the voice concluded. Alli couldn't help it; she let the tears come out in loud sobs, holding her arms close to her body. Drew wrapped his arms around Alli but she threw them off of her.

"Don't touch me!" she shouted. She jumped up from the table. Drew felt the pain stabbing at him as Alli had pushed him away. Maybe I should give up, he thought sadly to himself. He wanted to, but he knew he couldn't.

"Sit down," the voice ordered. "Screw you!" Alli shouted toward the ceiling. "Do not talk back to me sinner!" the voice shouted back.

Alli shrieked then ran back to her spot at the table. She put her elbows on the table and rested her face in her palms to stifle her crying.

The voice was silent for a moment. Fiona, Clare, and Eli sat waiting for their names to be called, wishing they could do something to help her stop crying.

"Fiona Coyne," the voice continued on. Fiona gasped and held her breath. "The Spoiled Brat. You know nothing else besides money. You don't want a relationship because you fear commitment. You also fear relationships because you fear you'll be taken away from your precious brother Declan. You know, and your mother knows, he isn't your real brother."

Everyone gasped at this revelation. So, they weren't related at all? That would explain a lot of things.

"You know that even though he isn't your blood brother, he'll always see you as only his sister. The only way you can ever be with Declan is if you keep yourself out of relationships and try to break apart his. This is why you are a lowly sinner."

Fiona picked up her fork and threw it up to the ceiling, lodging it in the ceiling. "Show your face you bastard!" she demanded. "If I ever find you the next one's going in your forehead!"

The voice chuckled. The sound filled the ears of everyone at the table. It sounded like chairs scraping across a linoleum floor.

"Well, Clare Bear," the voice taunted. "Let's see what we can dig up on you."

Clare's breathing grew shallow. She was frightened. She wished more than anything this was just a dream.

"Well, you are good little girl aren't you?" Clare wanted to throw a fork at whoever was saying all this like Fiona had threatened. She wanted out of this stupid school.

"Oh, here's something. Does Madame Degrassi ring a bell to you? It should. You wrote fan fiction stories to quell your lust for Fiona's brother. But there was something you didn't tell anyone: you wrote smut, too. And you kept it all to yourself. You're a sick little pervert. You also…seemed to have lost your faith. A big no-no. This is why you are a lowly sinner."

Clare held herself tightly. She didn't know what to do. She could scream, shout, cry, or do everything else imaginable. She just couldn't find the energy.

There was only one name left to call: Eli. Everyone knew this and everyone looked to Eli as they waited. The voice didn't speak.

Drew shot up from his chair after a moment of silent anticipation. "What is this?" he shouted to the ceiling. "So everyone but the little Goth prick gets their reckoning? How is that fair? Why are you doing this?"

The voice ignored Drew. "Elijah Goldsworthy," the voice called. Once more, everyone's eyes went to the ceiling. "The Final Guest. The Guest of Honour. You've got a secret bigger than anyone at this table. Don't you? You're a gambler, Eli. You gamble for anything and everything. But the biggest thing you gamble with is life. Not just your own, but the lives of everyone around you. You love the thrill of not knowing whether someone will live or die. When you told Clare about the night Julia died, you left one thing out: You were the one driving the car that killed her."

Everyone gasped and looked at Eli. Clare slammed her hands down on the table and shot up. The eyes switched to her. She opened her mouth to say something, but quickly closed it and sat down. What could she say? How do you respond to something like that?

"You gambled with Julia's life and where is she now? Rotting in a grave six feet under ground. This is why you are a lowly sinner."

Eli slapped his glass off the table. "Fuck you!" he shouted at the top of his lungs.

But the voice wasn't through with them. "One more thing before I leave you all to your party," the voice said with a quick chuckle. Slowly, sixteen eyes rose to the ceiling for a final time. "Seven of you will die tonight. One soul will walk away tonight while seven sinners perish. Have a glorious night."