we going to do?” Michael said,
afraid he was talking to himself because everyone was quiet.
“Hello?”
“Ah!” Linda screamed and everyone turned to
her, as if they could see her. “Someone just cut me!”
Hannah pulled out her cell phone and put the
light on Linda, “What?”
Linda shoved Hannah away with her bare feet
and hopped over onto Tyler's lap. “You have blood on your hand! It
was you!”
“Oh, no! It wasn't me. I was sitting on my
hand—my period must have came!” Hannah cried.
“Ew,” Michael muttered. “That's nasty.”
“You just cut my thigh,” she cried. “Look
I’m bleeding and it hurts real bad.”
“Are you sure it wasn't your bag?” Lucy
rolled her eyes. “It has all those sharp rhinestones.”
“Why are you always defending her?” Linda
said.
Hannah began to laugh. “Why would I cut you?
I can't even reach that far. I’m on your right side and the cut is
on your left thigh.”
“Don't look at me,” Tyler snapped. “I
wouldn't hurt you.”
“Hmm...” Michael said as loud as he could.
“Sometimes I wonder...”
Tyler turned to face Michael, “What does
that supposed to mean?” he snapped. “You think I would hurt
Linda?”
“Maybe,” Michael said.
“What are you trying to say?” Linda
said.
“He knows what's up,” he muttered.
Hannah tried to pull Linda in for a hug, but
she pushed her away. Linda leaned back onto Tyler but then jumped
back and fell onto the floor of the car, hurting her butt. “What is
that in your coat?” she gasped and crawled closer to Hannah.
“Huh?” Tyler said and grabbed his jacket
pocket.
“You heard me!” she screamed. “It felt like
a gun!”
Hannah and Michael screamed, “A gun?”
“Okay,” Calm as possible, Tyler pulled out
his gun from his coat. “Let me explain!”
“AH!” they all screamed.
“It was you! You're trying to kill us!”
Linda snapped. “You are the killer.”
“I knew it!” Michael said. “That's why you
hang out with the police officers so they won't suspect you—”
Tyler began to chuckle. “You guys, let me
explain—”
Without thinking, Linda took her foot and
kicked Tyler as hard as she could in the face. His head snapped
back and hit the window. The car was now quiet.
Adam ran back to the car and opened the
door. “What is going on?” He turned on the car light inside and
everyone stared at Tyler. “Um, is he dead?”
Linda poked his stomach and he was still
breathing. “And, to think all this time I thought it was Hannah and
Dr. Smith—”
“What?” Hannah gasped as she placed a towel
under her. “Why would you think that?”
“I heard you and him talking about all the
girls and how you couldn't be seen together. I don't approve that
you guys are together, but as long as you're not the murderer—”
Lucy began to laugh, “Oh my gosh!”
“Wait, hold on, you think I’m dating Dr.
Smith?” Hannah laughed. “This whole time you thought I was with Dr.
Smith!”
“Well, because you are,” Michael said. “You
even told us.”
“I saw you two at that bar or something,”
Linda said.
“And, I saw you in the car with him earlier
today,” Michael added. “Isn't he the one meeting us here?”
“You guys have everything wrong,” Hannah
laughed. “What you heard the first time, Linda was not about the
murders, it was about the dance team. You can't tell anyone this,
but Dr. Smith used school funds to provide tutoring for the dance
team and by us new uniforms. The state grew suspicious when he was
asking for more money after they saw us at dance camp with new
stuff.”
“But, why would he do that?” Michael
said.
“Because we thought it wasn't fair that the
football, basketball, and cheer teams were getting all new stuff
and we have had the same uniforms since freshmen year.”
“So, you're not dating him?” Linda said.
“No, ha...that's gross,” she shivered.
“Then, who were we talking about?”
“I'm dating this... guy. ..he's kind
afraid he was talking to himself because everyone was quiet.
“Hello?”
“Ah!” Linda screamed and everyone turned to
her, as if they could see her. “Someone just cut me!”
Hannah pulled out her cell phone and put the
light on Linda, “What?”
Linda shoved Hannah away with her bare feet
and hopped over onto Tyler's lap. “You have blood on your hand! It
was you!”
“Oh, no! It wasn't me. I was sitting on my
hand—my period must have came!” Hannah cried.
“Ew,” Michael muttered. “That's nasty.”
“You just cut my thigh,” she cried. “Look
I’m bleeding and it hurts real bad.”
“Are you sure it wasn't your bag?” Lucy
rolled her eyes. “It has all those sharp rhinestones.”
“Why are you always defending her?” Linda
said.
Hannah began to laugh. “Why would I cut you?
I can't even reach that far. I’m on your right side and the cut is
on your left thigh.”
“Don't look at me,” Tyler snapped. “I
wouldn't hurt you.”
“Hmm...” Michael said as loud as he could.
“Sometimes I wonder...”
Tyler turned to face Michael, “What does
that supposed to mean?” he snapped. “You think I would hurt
Linda?”
“Maybe,” Michael said.
“What are you trying to say?” Linda
said.
“He knows what's up,” he muttered.
Hannah tried to pull Linda in for a hug, but
she pushed her away. Linda leaned back onto Tyler but then jumped
back and fell onto the floor of the car, hurting her butt. “What is
that in your coat?” she gasped and crawled closer to Hannah.
“Huh?” Tyler said and grabbed his jacket
pocket.
“You heard me!” she screamed. “It felt like
a gun!”
Hannah and Michael screamed, “A gun?”
“Okay,” Calm as possible, Tyler pulled out
his gun from his coat. “Let me explain!”
“AH!” they all screamed.
“It was you! You're trying to kill us!”
Linda snapped. “You are the killer.”
“I knew it!” Michael said. “That's why you
hang out with the police officers so they won't suspect you—”
Tyler began to chuckle. “You guys, let me
explain—”
Without thinking, Linda took her foot and
kicked Tyler as hard as she could in the face. His head snapped
back and hit the window. The car was now quiet.
Adam ran back to the car and opened the
door. “What is going on?” He turned on the car light inside and
everyone stared at Tyler. “Um, is he dead?”
Linda poked his stomach and he was still
breathing. “And, to think all this time I thought it was Hannah and
Dr. Smith—”
“What?” Hannah gasped as she placed a towel
under her. “Why would you think that?”
“I heard you and him talking about all the
girls and how you couldn't be seen together. I don't approve that
you guys are together, but as long as you're not the murderer—”
Lucy began to laugh, “Oh my gosh!”
“Wait, hold on, you think I’m dating Dr.
Smith?” Hannah laughed. “This whole time you thought I was with Dr.
Smith!”
“Well, because you are,” Michael said. “You
even told us.”
“I saw you two at that bar or something,”
Linda said.
“And, I saw you in the car with him earlier
today,” Michael added. “Isn't he the one meeting us here?”
“You guys have everything wrong,” Hannah
laughed. “What you heard the first time, Linda was not about the
murders, it was about the dance team. You can't tell anyone this,
but Dr. Smith used school funds to provide tutoring for the dance
team and by us new uniforms. The state grew suspicious when he was
asking for more money after they saw us at dance camp with new
stuff.”
“But, why would he do that?” Michael
said.
“Because we thought it wasn't fair that the
football, basketball, and cheer teams were getting all new stuff
and we have had the same uniforms since freshmen year.”
“So, you're not dating him?” Linda said.
“No, ha...that's gross,” she shivered.
“Then, who were we talking about?”
“I'm dating this... guy. ..he's kind
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