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hello, welcome to our page! we are a story writing collab run by eknovels, lollipopx3, peanut43998 and annalovespie! We hope you'll like our story(: posting order: annalovespie, peanut43998, eknovels, and lollipopx3

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September 28, 2011 9:16pm UTC

So yeah. Eknovels here. I know I wasn't the most popular of the writers on wwx3 because, well, most people don't even remember my stories. But I was reading our comments and I think you guys deserve some sort of an explanation.
Leaving wittywritersx3 was a mutual decision, I guess. There were a lot of reasons behind it, but the reason our story ended wasn't because it was over - as far as I know, none of us would actually end a story with that kind of cliffhanger - but because we were no longer writing.
I hate to leave you guys like this, and, even more, I hate to be the one who has to tell you this.
I just don't want any more false accusations saying we're rude and mean for ending a story like that, becasue, honestly, it's not over. Just because we aren't finishing it doesn't mean you can't just imagine the ending in your head. It's like a choose your own adventure kind of thing.
So sorry if we upset you.
It just wasn't working.
Hating won't bring the story back.

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September 4, 2011 8:38am UTC

Yeah so I think we're done with the collab...

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August 25, 2011 10:51am UTC

doublevision.
part 24 // eknovels
"Hey lady, wake up," a distant voice said in the distance.
"Five more minutes, Mom," I groaned, burying my face in my pillow.
"I'm not your freaking Mom!" a voice whisper-screamed. "Now get up!"
I reluctantly opened my eyes, which immediately widened. Standing in front of me were three of the girls who I'd met at lunch today. In the dim light of my cell (compliments of the candle that a police man shoved in my face earlier that day) I could see that the first girl had short, black hair. She was big and muscular, and if I didn't know better I might have mistaken her for a man. The second girl was actually kind of pretty. She was standing with her arms crossed, and although she was very slender, you could see how much muscle she had. I didn't want to get in a fist fight with her. The last girl was almost as big as the first, but she had a more feminine feel to her. Her red hair matched the orange suit that we all had to wear almost perfectly.
"Why are you guys here?" I breathed. My voice started to rise as I spoke. "Oh my gosh! Are you gonna beat me up, like people do in movies? Holy crap! Is this a hostage situa -"
I stopped when something hard connected with my face. I fell onto the floor with a thud, holding my cheek with my eyes shut tight. She slapped me! The big one slapped me!
"Get up," one of the girls grunted.
I tried to get up but just ended up stumbling clumsily onto the floor.
"The chick's weaker than she looks," one chuckled.
"Where's she even from?"
"Probably some rich chick whose got it all."
"Yeah. Remind me why we're doing this again?"
"Um, hello? I can hear you?" I croaked.
Ignoring me, they continued. "She killed her own sister, guys. That's hardcore. Better than what we're in here for. We need her around - for reputation purposes."
"Right."
"Someone help this piece of crap up, please."
I felt hands wrap around my arms and heard someone grunt, "Come on," as I was lifted off of the ground. An arm slumped around my shoulder and I turned towards the redheaded girl.
"What are you guys doing here?" I whispered, trying to ignore how talking made my cheek hurt.
"Dumber than she looks, too," the skinny one snorted.
"Can someone please just tell me what's going on?" I groaned.
"Hey, don't move so fast!" the big one said. "You don't even know our names."
I sighed. "Then what are they?"
"I'm Brit," said the skinny girl. "And these are my girls, Clairese and Red. We rule this place."
"I'm pretty sure thats the polices' job," I mumbled.
"Smartass," Brit sighed.
"Remind me again why we can't get someone else?" Clairese, the big one asked in an annoyed tone.
"I told you!" Brit said through gritted teeth. "We won't get anywhere unless we have bragging rights, and her crime's just what we need."
"I give up," I mumbled. "I don't care what's going on anyways."
"Let's just tell her!" Red, the redhead, piped up.
"Quiet down," Clairese growled, shoving her.
"Hey!" Red grunted, pushing Clairese.
"Would you two shut up? I'm trying to tell Camille -"
"It's Cassandra..."
"Yeah, whatever. I'm trying to tell her we're here."
"And that would be ...?"
"We're gonna get you out of here!" Red said in an excited tone.
My eyes bugged open. Get out of here? Like ... escape? Sure, that sounded great at first. Jail sucked! But, honestly, I didn't deserve to get out. I knew these three could do it easily, but I'd killed my own twin sister! Did I really deserve a second chance?
"Well?" Clairese grunted.
"Are you coming?" Brit asked, raising an eyebrow.
Am I?

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August 19, 2011 10:19pm UTC

doublevision. part 23 // peanut43998 I stared back at her sweaty face, losing all of my apetite. I wiped my forehead, noticing that I had started sweating. Maybe it was the pressure that was just put upon me from all of these silently staring faces. I noticed that I was looking down at the mush on my plate. I looked back up at the girl, remembering that she'd asked me a question. "I-it really doesn't matter." I looked down at the mush, which really did just look like a pile of mud. I wouldn't be surprised if an earth worm just crawled out of it. It wouldn't have been the worst thing thats happened in the last couple of days. "Guurl, it does matter if you in jail now." She picked something out of her teeth with her fat tongue. "Tell us." I raised my head and everyone was still silent. I heard whispers, and I wondered what they were about. I swallowed long and hard. "I killed my twin sister." I blurted out before I could stop myself. Some jaws dropped, some hands clapped, and some mouths hooted. Okay, not the reaction I was expecting. "Damn, gurl. You really have done a crime." The girl sitting next to me had her eyes glued onto me. I didn't know if that was supposed to be taken in a good way, or a bad way. How did other murderers take a comment like that? I just nodded my head and looked, once again, at my tray of mud. I found myself remembering the time when our family were at the beach in the ocean, seperated by the space in between us. Brittany was really mad at me, for a reason that I couldn't remember. She took a huge handful of wet sand and chucked it at my face before I could move my short legs through the strong waves. I'd started crying, and you just snickered in my face. When I washed it off and looked back at my mother, she'd just looked down and read her book. "Hey." The chick next to me nudged my arm with her elbow. "You okay?" I nodded and stood up. I threw my sad excuse for food into the garbage and put the tray where it was supposed to go. Crossing my arms over my chest, I went back to my jail cell. As I sat down on the bed, my stomach growled. I felt like I had to throw up, but if I did, nothing would come out. I couldn't remember the last time something actually went in my mouth that had filled me up enough for me not to be hungry. A tear fell down my cheek. I wondered what it was filled with. Regret? Sadness? Anger? Embarassment? I definitely regretted killing you. How could someone be so sick minded?! Who kills their own twin? Who kills their own twin just to be like them? I couldn't have even tried to be like her without taking her place? I could have done everything that I did without murdering her, now that I think about it. I could have straightened my hair a little longer, or went out and got some clothes. I could have talked to a few more people than the janitor or the lunch lady. Why hadn't I? Why hadn't I at least tried? It would have done me some good. I wouldn't be hated by everyone in my town, and I sure wouldn't be in jail. Maybe I'd at least be loved by my parents. I thought back to when my mom visited me. "I thought Ashley was the only one with problems, but I guess you were too." she said, talking to herself more than to me. "Wait wh--" "You were my last shred of hope for our family and you destroyed that too." "Mom--" "I guess I deserve it…" her voice trailed off. I didn't even know what was going on. I felt lightheaded. "Mom, please stop. You love Ashley. She's your perfect daughter. You love her so much, and you treat her so much better than you do me." there were tears streaming down my eyes at this point. My mother put two fingers to her forehead and sighed. "Did you ever try and think of why I always acted so nice towards her?" my mother sneered, annoyed. I was speechless. "You know what." my mom said, getting up and pushing her chair back towards the table, "I can't -- I just can't do this. Goodbye." "Wait mom!" I cried out, but she was already gone. What did she even mean by that? I'd always thought she was so loved. By everyone. But now that I was actually in her shoes for a couple of days, I'd realized that she wasn't loved. Not by her friends, not by Danny... not by hardly anyone. Kind of like me.

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August 10, 2011 6:21pm UTC

doublevision.
part 20 // peanut43998
My head was pounding, and all I could think about was what my mom said to me. What could she possibly mean by that? That Ashley was the only one with problems?
The pounding in my head got worse. I felt like curling up in my own bed, not Ashley's, and start crying. And never leave my room again. But I knew I couldn't. Not with this police officer staring at me. I was just sitting there, hands on my lap, and staring at the wall into nothingness. Images flashed before my eyes.
Me stabbing the knife through my sister's innocent back. Me not caring that I just killed my own blood. I remembered the feeling of her limp body in my hands before throwing her in the hole that I'd dug.
"Or what, you'll murder me?" Just kept playing in my head. She said it so sarcastically. At the time, I'd only been annoyed by what she said. But now, I'm beginning to be haunted by the sentence.
I stared down at the orange suit I'd been put in. Never in all of my years of living have I ever thought I'd be wearing one of these ugly things. I looked around at my jail cell. It seemed like it was just like the ones in the movies. I was by myself in the cold and smelly little room. There was one bed attached to the steel wall, not even touching the ground. Just like a metal thing hanging out of the wall. It had a somewhat comfortable looking matress with a thin pillow. There was a sink and a little stall with a flushable toilet. Sure, I'd seen them in the movies. But movies always exaggerated things like that. I wasn't expecting a royal room or anything, but I also wasn't expecting this.
I sat down on the bed. Why did I do that? Why did I kill my own sister? I thought back to what she'd done to me.
She really hadn't done anything to me. I'd just stabbed her to live her life. And turns out, it wasn't even that great. It was actually like a living hell.
"I'd do anything to take it all back." I whispered. I leaned over so that I was laying on the bed. I watched what was happening on the other side of the bars. Nothing, really. There was one person across from me doing the same thing I was. Laying there, probably thinking about what they'd done. I closed my eyes and thought.
'I'm a monster' was the first thing that went through my mind. It wasn't a lie, really. It was the truth.
The second thing that entered it was 'I miss you.' I wasn't sure who it could have been directed to.
I came to one conclusion after thinking about it long and hard.
It was Ashley.
"Cassandra, you have a visitor." The police officer rudely woke me up. But I was thankful, because I was having a terrible nightmare. I woke up with my hair sticking to my face with sweat.
"Who is it?" I asked, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. I felt like closing them again. They did close at one point.
"Hey, Cass." I stared back at Danny, with my eyes wide open.

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August 9, 2011 12:13pm UTC

doublevision.
part 19 // annalovespie
The door swung open and the figure stepped inside.
It was… just my mother. I was kind of glad there was a cop in the room with us. Who knew what my mother would do to me knowing I killed her precious daughter?
She sat down and there was silence for a couple of minutes before she said, "You don't even understand how much it disgusts me to look at you."
I didn't respond and looked down at my lap, nervously picking at my nails.
My mother exhaled sharply, "I don't know why I was cursed with such disgraces for daughters."
I looked up, "Disgraces?" I said softly.
Surely she only meant "disgrace".
"I thought Ashley was the only one with problems, but I guess you were too." she said, talking to herself more than to me.
"Wait wh--"
"You were my last shred of hope for our family and you destroyed that too."
"Mom--"
"I guess I deserve it…" her voice trailed off.
I didn't even know what was going on. I felt lightheaded.
"Mom, please stop. You love Ashley. She's your perfect daughter. You love her so much, and you treat her so much better than you do me." there were tears streaming down my eyes at this point.
My mother put two fingers to her forehead and sighed.
"Did you ever try and think of why I always acted so nice towards her?" my mother sneered, annoyed.
I was speechless.
"You know what." my mom said, getting up and pushing her chair back towards the table, "I can't -- I just can't do this. Goodbye."
"Wait mom!" I cried out, but she was already gone -- maybe even for good.
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note from annalovespie: i will no longer be writing in the collab. i cannot tolerate the amount of disrespect i get just because i take long periods of time to post parts. i'm 15. i have a lot of obligations in my life right now, and granted, i'm too old for this website. i'm sorry, but getting so much insolence from prepubescent girls has made the experience of writing in a collab not so fun. so i'm done. i hope you guys are happy cos n0w u will get a p@rt 3every s!ngle d@y!!! bye.

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August 5, 2011 1:10am UTC

doublevision.
part 17 // eknovels
I opened my mouth, trying to form an excuse – something, anything! – but, to no avail. He grabbed my arm, his rough grip making me whimper. But that didn’t slow him down. He yanked me out into my front yard and towards my mother’s car.
When he opened the door, the image before me literally made my jaw drop. If Officer Wilson hadn’t been holding me so tight, I probably would have fallen to the ground and fainted, but he was holding me up and it didn't seem like he'd be letting me go anytime soon.
My mother was curled up in a ball in the front seat, shaking uncontrollably. Every couple seconds, she’d let out a loud wail, making me jump. I didn’t know how I was supposed to feel about her state.
One side of me said I should be happy – she was upset because she thought I was dead. My mother was broken inside because stupid, imperfect little Cassandra was dead. It’s what I’d always wanted, wasn’t it? Yet, the other half of me said I should feel guilty. I was causing all this pain for her. And, anyways, any love she felt for Cassandra now would be crushed in a moment. Officer Wilson would tell her what happened and I’d be right back where I started – unwanted, unloved. Oh, and I’d also be in prison for the rest of my life.
Officer Wilson poked my distressed mother, which caused her body to jerk violently. After a couple seconds of moving from side-to-side, looking like some kind of ragdoll, she finally calmed down enough to sit up normally in her seat. She turned towards us slowly, bloodshot eyes boring into me as if she was looking right into my soul – or lack, thereof. I couldn’t possibly have a soul if I'd killed my own twin sister.
“Ma’am,” Officer Wilson said to my mother. After a long, disturbing silence, he repeated himself. “Ma’am ... Excuse me.”
My Mom slowly turned her head towards him, peeling her eyes off of me. I’d never seen her like this! It was terrifying! Her jaw moved in an eerie, un-humanly way, making me cringe. “Yes?” she croaked.
“I’d like to show you some interesting things,” he breathed. “I overheard your daughter, er, Ashley, speaking to Cassandra’s dead body in your home today.” He grabbed his yellow notepad and opened it up to a page, looking down on it and speaking in a monotone voice. "'Oh my God ... I'm sorry ... I'm so so sorry ... I just wanted to be like you. I wanted everything you had. I just wanted to be you. And when I did that to you, I was expecting an easy life. I wanted everything to be like you had it. People to pay attention to me. People to love me. My own family to love me. But now, Emma knows, and I want to take it all back. I'm sorry. I love you, Ashley. I love you.'”
My Mom’s eyes widened and she turned towards me, eyes welling up with tears. “Ashley?” she breathed, eyes searching me sadly.
I blinked, looking her in the eyes, and slowly shook my head from side-to-side.
“... Cassandra?”

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August 4, 2011 8:47pm UTC

doublevision.
part 16 // peanut43998
"What?" I took a deep breath. I pushed passed her.
"Ma'am, you can't go passed the tape." A police officer said. He had a very low voice. My hand threw up to my throat when I saw his adams apple. It moved up and down when he talked.
"That's my house." I said over my shoulder. I took a running start and jumped over the tape, feeling like a super hero. Reality hit me when I fell flat on my face into the hard ground. I rubbed my nose when I stood up. My head felt 10 pounds heavier than it was. They found her? I felt sweat soak my shirt.
I ran through the front door where they were doing investigation. Several police officers were in the house, taking things with their gloves and examining them.
"Miss, you can't be in here right now." I ignored the plump officer trying to stop me.
"Where is she?" I asked, out of breath. "I need to see her." I faked being worried. I really wanted to see her to see what she looked like.
"You have to leave." He said in a calm manner.
"Okay, I'll find her myself." I shrugged and ran right passed him. I stopped and put my hand over my mouth when I saw her in the living room. She was under a black sheet on a stretcher. No one was in the living room. I shut the doors behind me and locked them.
I took a step closer, taking a shaky breath. I looked away as I rolled the sheet down to reveal her face. I turned my head back slowly and gasped. Her eyes were open and rolled back.
"Oh my God." I whispered and fell to the ground. I wasn't expecting that. Why did I look?! I stood up again and covered her face back up. "I'm sorry." I whispered and cried as hard as I possibly could. "I'm so so sorry." I weeped. "I just wanted to be like you. I wanted everything you had. I just wanted to be you. And when I did that to you, I was expecting an easy life. I wanted everything to be like you had it. People to pay attention to me. People to love me. My own family to love me. But now, Emma knows, and I want to take it all back. I'm sorry. I love you, Ashley. I love you." I was surprised at the words I was blurting out. I put my hand on her white hand hanging over the stretcher. It was freezing. I snatched it back and walked away.
I gasped at the sight I saw when I opened the doors.
Officer Wilson was standing at the door with his arms crossed over his chest. I wiped the tears from my cheeks.
"How much of that did you hear?" I laughed nervously. A tear escaped my eye.
"All of it." He narrowed his eyes. "You're in big trouble, Cassandra."

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doublevision.
part 16 // lollipopx3
"So, tell me why you couldn't drive your car to school today? You always do." Tara asked, as I was in her yellow punch buggy, driving to school.
"Uh, my mom is borrowing mine today. And there was no way in hell I'm borrowing Cassandra's ugly, old Jeep." I said, rolling my eyes. It was a pretty good lie. I couldn't tell her that I didn't want to ride with Emma, she would start asking me questions.
"Right. When was that ugly thing made anyway? 1950's?" Tara sneered, as we pulled up in the school parking lot.
"Yeah, and it smells horrible. Just like Cassandra." I teased back.
"Alright, see you later." Tara said giving me a hug, and letting me go off to my classes.
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After school, I tried to sneak out earlier just to ditch Emma today. I wasn't looking forward to having coffee with her, especially since I bet she knew something was up. But, just as I was about to go run off to my house, Emma suddenly appeared with a wide smile on her face.
"Ash! Hey! I was looking for you everywhere!" Emma smiled.
Her surprise made me jump, but I tried to hide my nervousness with a fake smile. "Hi Emma."
"Now, let's go get that cappuccino. My treat." she beamed, pulling my arm to her car.
I took a seat in the passenger seat, trying to control myself from shaking.
We pulled up to the corner of Starbuck's, and we went inside. We both ordered iced cappuccinos- which I thought was disgusting. I don't know how Ashley likes these things.
"So, what's new, Ashley?" Emma smiled, taking a big sip of her drink.
I stirred my cappuccino, and smiled.
"Nothing. I'm totally excited for the new Chanel bag coming out next week." I said, remembering Tara blabbing about it on the phone.
"Really? Nothing else? Not that the Chanel bag isn't great or anything, it's really cute. I saw the pictures online."
I bit my lip. What did she mean by Nothing else?. I started getting nervous, and I could feel the bits of sweat trickling down my back, and goose bumps starting to form on my arms.
"No, nothing else. And yes, it was cute." I said, shaking my leg up and down rapidly.
"That's great. You know, I haven't seen Cassandra around lately, have you?" Emma asked, with her fake smile growing wider by the second.
"O-oh. Cassandra? She's gone m-missing." I hesitated.
She raised an eyebrow. "Missing? Funny. I haven't seen it on the news yet."
"We wanted to keep it private." I said, ashamed. I knew my mother would never love me enough to put me on the news.
"Really? Oh. Well, that's sad. I actually liked Cassandra. Sucks that she made some mistakes that totally ruined her life. Whatever. She's in a better place now." Emma smirked, saying things slowly.
My heart was racing, and I could hear it thumping. She definitely knew something was up.
What was I going to do?
I couldn't kill her, too? Could I?

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July 31, 2011 7:21pm UTC

doublevision.
part 15 // eknovels
It was getting harder and harder to breathe. I put my head in my hands, trying to calm myself down. I could feel the tears coming, but I didn't want to cry. Crying wouldn't get me anywhere - crying was for the weak.
After a couple minutes, my breathing steadied. I sat up and blinked a few times, trying to get the tears that were blurring my vision to go away.
"Emma," I sniffled. "Emma Kiefer."
I shook my head and sniffed, biting my cheeks nervously. A million thoughts were running through my head at once.
How did she see me?
Why hasn't she told the cops yet?
What is she going to do to me tomorrow?
Ashley's - I mean, my - phone rang, bringing me back to reality. I felt around for the phone, grabbing it and pulling it to my ear.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hey Ash."
I almost dropped the phone. My hands were shaking and tears were starting to form in my eyes. Why me? Why now?
"Hi Emma."
"I just wanted to ask if you wanted me to drive you to school tomorrow, so we can drive together after school?"
I bit my lip, not wanting to answer her wrong. How would Ashley answer? Would she take the ride or take her car instead?
"You know, so we don't have to take two cars?" Emma said, breaking the silence.
"Oh, sorry, yeah, I was, uh... I just remembered that I already have a ride tomorrow," I lied.
"Oh, okay, that's fine."
"So I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Okay! See you then! Bye!"
"Bye," I said, hanging up.
I heaved a heavy sigh and fell back on my bed, dreading tomorrow. What was going to happen with Emma? I rubbed my temples, closing my eyes. What if Emma sees me driving to school tomorrow? I asked myself.
I grabbed my phone and texted Tara. 'Hey can you drive me to school tomorrow?'
My phone buzzed a couple seconds later. 'Sure.'
'K thanks. See you then.'
I closed the phone and put it on my bedside table, too tired to do anything. I curled up in the covers and fell asleep.
Tomorrow wasn't going to be a good day.

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doublevision.
part 14 // peanut43998
"Ash!" I heard someone call after me. I was half way to Ashley's car at the end of the school day when I turned around. Emma Keifer was running after me. Ashley's second best friend.
"Hey." I said and smiled. I felt my throat tighten up at the sound of hearing "Ash" being referred to me. I'd have to get used to that.
"Do you want to hang out tomorrow after school?" She asked with a smile on her face. She was acting kind of weird. The smile almost looked fake.
"Yeah, of course!" I smiled back as real as I could.
"Cool. We can go out and get some of your favorite Iced Cappuccino." She said and put her hand on her shorts awkwardly.
"Yeah, of course." I said less enthusiastically. What flavored Cappuccino was that again?
"Alright, see you tomorrow!" She blew a kiss and skipped away.
I got into Ashley's car and started driving. I couldn't help but wonder how this meeting would go. What if I said something wrong? What if she asked me about how if I knew 'Cassandra' was doing and I said something dumb like "I'm fine."? That would totally blow my cover. I'd be behind bars in no time.
I shut my eyes as long as the stoplight would allow me. This wasn't as easy as I thought it would be.
Could it get any more complicated?
I walked quietly into Ashley's room. My mom was sleeping. She was probably tired from being worried about 'Cassandra'.
She probably wasn't worried about me. She was probably relieved to have me gone. If it were up to her, she'd probably be partying about losing me. She did buy a cake, after all.
I plopped down on my dead sister's bed and looked around the room. Everything was cleaned up and back in order. My mom re-organized the room neatly.
My eye caught something in the mirror. It was under the bed. I stood up and looked under the huge bed. It was a diary.
"My diary" was scribbled on the cover in what looked like Ashley's 7th grade handwriting. I couldn't help myself from looking in it. Maybe it had information about that day I was pushed in the lake.
I opened the diary, hands shaking. Was I nervous to find out who was following me? Or would I be relieved in the end? It probably wouldn't even have any information about the time in 7th grade. But I still let my eyes scan over the little words on the page.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so excited." Typical diary entry for Ashley. "I'm going to New York with a couple of my friends! I like, can't wait. I'm asking Cassandra to go just so I can trick her into thinking I love her." I swallowed back the tears, but continued reading. "Devilish plan, huh? No one likes her, so why not humiliate her? I don't like her either. I don't even love her. What could go wrong? She'll kill me?" One tear fell from my cheek and soaked into the old piece of notebook paper. But still, I continued. "Just kidding. She would never kill me. I swear, I'm like her idol. She wouldn't hurt a fly, let alone her own blood. Emma, Annie, Isabelle, and Emma are so excited to go. They know about my plan. And they're in on it. They're going to pretend that they like her, but they really don't. I'm practically laughing my head off writing this. This plan is going to be great."
I remembered that night at the lake in New York. We were sitting by the lake when I was talking to Emma.
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"Look at the way Ashley walks." I said, watching my sister waddle away. This was before I was pushed in. Ashley walked off to go get another Iced Cappuccino. "She waddles like a duck." I turned my head to look at Emma throw her head back and laugh.
"She does waddle like a duck, now that I think of it." She said and laughed even more. "Nice one, Cass. I might even grow to like you." She held her hand out for me to high-five, and I did exactly what she meant by it. She laughed as if it was the funniest thing in the world when she saw Ashley coming back.
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My mind connected the two memories.
Emma's laugh was the same laugh I'd heard in the bathroom today.

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double vision.
part 11 // eknovels
I took a deep breath, clenching my fists and trying to look unafraid. "Who are you?"
"Oh, Cassandra," the voice said, chuckling to itself once again. "It's honestly not that hard to figure out if you'd just think about it."
My eyes filled with tears, and soon enough I was bawling. "Just leave me alone!" I screamed, letting out another sob.
When the voice didn't speak again, I said through gritted teeth, "Angela, I know it's you."
Still no reply.
I couldn't help but feel uneasy. I tried to feel relieved that they were leaving me alone, but something told me they'd be back - something told me I wasn't getting away that easy.
Only then did I realize that I'd broken into a run. I was making my way through the forest, fists still clenched as tight as possible. After a while, the burning in my legs became too much. I collapsed onto the ground and curled up into a ball, quietly sobbing as I fell into a dreamless sleep on the forest floor.
I woke up to the sound of men's voices, shouting.
"I think I see something!" one man shouted.
I heard leaves rustling as the voices came closer. My eyes were still closed, but I felt as if they were just standing there, watching me.
"Is this her?" one man asked, out of breath.
I felt something wet on my leg and heard sniffing. I scrunched my nose when I smelled the always recognizable scent of dog breath in my face. I heard the dog bark a few times, and then a pair of strong arms wrapped around me, holding me like a baby.
"Call the mother," one man said, "She's been worried sick."
As the man walked me through the woods, I heard police sirens in the distance, slowly becoming louder and louder until they were practically ringing in my ears.
"My baby!" I heard my mother cry. I heard the click-clack of her high heels as she ran up to us. "Is she awake?"
I opened my eyes and smiled weakly. "Hi Mom."
I couldn't help but feel happy. My Mom was this worried about me! She never showed this much care before!
"Hi Ash," she replied sweetly, brushing the hair from my eyes.
And suddenly it all made sense. My Mom wasn't worried about me. Those guys weren't worried about me. No one was worried about me. It was Ashley they were worried about. That's how it'd always be.

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double vision.
part 10 // peanut43998
I went downstairs and looked around. No one was down there. There was a note on the table.
"Left to get eggs and milk for cake. Be back soon. Love, mom."
I ripped up the note and threw it in the trash.
'Cassandra' was missing. Well at least in their eyes, she was. But this is how they treat it? Make a cake like some sort of party? Okay, so I knew I wasn't as loved as Ashley was. But I didn't know I was that unloved.
I ran up to my room and looked around once again at the destruction. I didn't feel like cleaning it all up. Maybe I could lie. I could tell my parents that I was upset about Cassandra and messed up my room. Maybe they'd clean it up for me.
I shook my head at the idea. It would keep my mind occupied.
I found a broom and started sweeping up the glass. I heard a voice.
"You're doing the wrong thing!" It was almost like a scream.
"Who are you? Where are you?" I shouted to the voice.
"Come clean. You don't deserve to live, Cassandra. And if you don't come clean, I'll do it for you."
I ran out the door and down the street. Maybe a walk would be good for me. I might not hear the voice.
"You thought you could get away from me." The voice said so quietly that it was almost a whisper. They chuckled to themselves.
I whirled around. No one was there.
I kept up my walk. I heard a loud breath like someone would do on a prank call.
That walk eventually turned into a run. I ran across the street, not caring if someone would run me over. Maybe it would be good for me. No one would have to worry about me. I wouldn't be questioned. I wouldn't hear these voices.
I shook my head at the idea and kept running. I eventually came to a forest. No voices.
"I'm still here." I heard. Okay, so I guess there were voices.
I turned around and looked.
"Hello!?" I called out into the abandoned forest. "Hello?" I repeated.
"It's just you and me." I tried to recognize the voice.
Did it sound like my neighbor, Angela. I thought about Angela. She was always home. She was a young lady, maybe in her early forties or something. I didn't remember ever hearing of any family members. Not even a husband. She just stayed in the house.
A sickening thought entered my mind.
Did she see what I did?

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