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! 759Please respect copyright.PENANAZxCWscnK54
Thomas: Hey Em! It's so early! What's up? 759Please respect copyright.PENANA5mrc9gftPT
Emily: Early? It's 8.28! School starts in 32 minutes! I'm already there!759Please respect copyright.PENANAoPmDRmFC8s
Thomas: Oh thanks for reminding me. Have you heard from James? He didn't respond to my texts and calls.759Please respect copyright.PENANAE24hRRgG0B
Emily: I'll just give him a ring and check that he's ok.759Please respect copyright.PENANAq7IN6rj66l
Thomas: Thanks!759Please respect copyright.PENANAmmmcO87qtq
Emily: We don't want anything bad to have happened to him... 759Please respect copyright.PENANALMtUKZ00JG
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