Why are they lying about me? Yes, okay, I was a cheerleader. And yes, one of my friends was dating the quarterback and he threatened to spread rumors about her if they broke up. That...that was the truth, though I don't know how they knew that. And I did imagine killing him, but I didn't.
I mean, he was a bastard, but he didn't deserve to die.
I've seen a few more of those big lizard-things out here. I'm trying to avoid them. The last one nearly killed me, though I got a lot of meat off of it.
The one I just saw has turned in a different direction. Good.
Wait.
Why? I can smell me, I'm sure of it. I haven't taken a shower in weeks, probably.
So why is it going over there?
I'm going to follow it.
-- April Chase
How would they know the imaginations you've never told anyone before?
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