Another body disposed of and thrown into the sea as James Wallaby had become Emily's latest victim. This kind of thing happened very often, in fact, too often...
Meanwhile, Thomas Wilson was trying to sleep in his bed. It was 11.00 pm and he wasn't the slightest bit tired. He had a test tomorrow but he couldn't sleep, he couldn't stop thinking about her. Emily Nicholls was his best friend. They did everything together; even when they both didn't have dates to the prom, they went with each other "as friends".
"Thomas! Are you asleep?" his mother called. Silence... He was very good at acting, he was working towards a performing arts scholarship. "I need to sleep! If I fail this test, I won't get that scholarship!" he thought. The requirements stated that he must have at least an A in music, drama and English. He was struggling with music and his test was tomorrow!
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Emily: Hey Tom! 659Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGUBiPyt658
Thomas: Hey Em! It's so early! What's up? 659Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbXZ4wYfes6
Emily: Early? It's 8.28! School starts in 32 minutes! I'm already there!659Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKdaXdGmgdy
Thomas: Oh thanks for reminding me. Have you heard from James? He didn't respond to my texts and calls.659Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgAAaCR2Jg5
Emily: I'll just give him a ring and check that he's ok.659Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8upsNjJlvI
Thomas: Thanks!659Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbufH6JUxjj
Emily: We don't want anything bad to have happened to him... 659Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNFGAXDrqw1
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