Chapter 2
| The Story | The Authors |
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| She looked out of her window. It was windy and raining, very depressive. She was a bit anxoius and aprehensive. She had gotten angry at her boyfriend the night before and told him so in an email. She didn't expect for him to respond for a few days since he was out of town. She wasn't sure quite what to expect when he came back. He was a very passive person, and she loved him despite the fact that at times he didn't listen to her. Part of her nervousness was that they had never really fought before, and she hoped that this wouldn't turn in to one. Her friends said that the relationship would never last, that long distance relationships never did. But even her parents had lived apart for a few months, and it did nothing to tier relationship. Besides that he had asked her to marry him as soon as time and circumstance allowed... | |
| But then, she had met Ben. He was all her boyfriend wasn't. Her concerns were all that mattered, and her happiness was his quest. And perhaps most importantly, he was there, beside her, and not in some far away distant town. She knew now why she had gotten angry. He was not there. It was one of the most important days of her life, and he was not there. She had finally goten the job of her dreams, and he was far away. She had left a message at his hotel, sure he would call the instant he got in, but it was 11:00, and there was no phone call. She called Ben, and cried. He was her comfort, and he was her companion. | |
| He always answered. He never made her wait. He was so soothing, and calm, and sensible. And, he made her feel so good about herself! But..strangely..he did not want to meet. He said,"It would be better this way." | |
| yeah right bitch ass hoe!better this way my ass!maybe i was wroung about you? i thought that you were so different,looks like i was wrong.maybe it should be this way though,i mean,i could date justin bonaventure instead. | |
| "I don't know who this Justin person is, but I suspect he isn't your type" said Maria. "Why don't we go to Starbucks for a latte and try to work this out?". Ralph paused for a moment and considered his options. Did he want to go the yuppie route and drink caffinated beverages with Maria and discuss their relationship crisis, or did he want to run screaming in the opposite directions. Did he want this introspective narrative to stop before he went insane? "Sure Maria, let's go for the lattes, and maybe dinner, how about sushi?". | |
| Then, Daria woke up from the weird dream, that made no sence. She was wondering who Ben was and why he was in her dream, when the phone rang. "Hello?" "Hi sweeetie" was the reply, it was Jarrod "Look, I got your email, and I'm really sorry, I've been under a lot of stress lately. See, I didn't want to say anything because I didn't want to get your hopes up, but I've been pushing my boss for a job transfer, so I can be with you. So I've been working over time and all, I'm sorry I haven't called you and written you more. Forgive me?" "Of course Jarrod, it's okay. What about the transfer?" "That's why I'm calling you so late, I couldn't wait to tell you but I'm moving down there next month!" | |
| "Next Month!", cried Daria, just loud enough for Jarrod to hear over the phone. "Is that a problem?", asked Jarrod. "No problem. It's ...uh...I have to get somethings in order around here, ya know, straighten up the house, spay the cat, clean out the garage. There's so much to be done, but I can't wait to see you." "I can't wait to see you either, dear. Shoot my meeting is in two minutes. I have to go. Bye" Daria hung up the phone. She let out a sigh of relief. I covered that one pretty well. She even allowed herself a chuckle as she looked down at Katie's lifeless body. "Thats the last time you meddle in my affairs you bitch", yelled Daria and for good measure emptied her revolver into Katie's head. Then the phone rang again. No peace for the wicked, Daria thought. | |
| "Hello is this Katie?" the voice on the other end of the phone asked. Daria and Katie were always mistaken for each other. They had the same hair color, facial features, voice patterns. They always joked that they were separated at birth, but those were happier days. On a whim Daria answered yes. "Oh good, this is Jonathan Farrelly-Jackson with the Law firm of Buckley, Crandall, and Gradilone. I did that research that you asked me to ansd found out that your roomate Daria Fernwood does have a sizable life insurance policy. I'll forge your name on the papers and you will recieve the inheritance, if you give me 45% of the inheritance."said the voice. It had a British tone to it.One door closes, another one opens, thought Daria. She can assume Katie's identity, recieve money that is her's anyway and all of Katie's money and possesions and be rid of that jerk Jarrod. "Go for it" said, Daria cooly into the phone. "We need to meet somewhere to finalize plans." "How about the Bamboo lounge at the Barrington Hotel, tomorrow at 7:00 pm?" "Make it 8:00 and I'll see you there."said Daria and slammed down the phone before Farrelly-Jackson could reply or object. Daria, quite pleased with herself at this time, proceeded to the business at hand, disposing of Katie's already stiffening corpse. First, the head had 7 bullet holes in it in various places, obviously it couldn't be ruled a suicide, but someone had to discover the body and not suspect Daria/Katie. Then the idea hit her like a ton of bricks. |
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