Guest Post: Why love is hard to find?

Love is one of the hardest things to find because we constantly are looking for people to fit our criteria of a perfect man or a perfect woman. If we see nobody fits what we want, we lose hope and believe that love isn’t worth it. Believe it or not, sometimes you are hindering yourself from finding love because you are trying to find someone that doesn’t exist. So I’ve listed a few reasons why love is hard to find.

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Six reasons why you probably can’t find love:

You are constantly judging everybody that looks your way

He doesn’t make enough money. Her forehead is too big. I heard that she slept with everybody around the block. He’s teeth are crooked.  Because we are people, we automatically judge people before we even get the chance to talk to them.  This makes finding love hard because we have this belief that a person won’t fit our criteria of “the perfect person,” and we automatically exclude them out.  It’s okay to judge a person, but constantly judging them and not even giving them a chance. That’s pretty harsh.

You are kind of selfish

Sometimes it’s okay to be selfish. We need to be selfish in order to get what we want. But if you’re looking for love or a relationship, being selfish is not an option. In a relationship, it’s very important that we give a percentage of ourselves to another. If you can’t give that, maybe now isn’t the time you should be in a relationship.

You don’t have time

You’re busy with work, school, getting your life together; you might not have time to find someone to be in a relationship with. It’s might be better if you stay single because relationships can be stressful.

You are always complaining that you will never find a man or woman that will love you

Please shut up and get over yourself for a minute. There are seven billion people in the world, you just happen to look in the same spots for that same type of girl/boy that has hurt your feelings multiple times. So either stop complaining, try to find someone different or stay single for a while and evaluate why you might be making these choices.

You don’t know how to keep your hands to yourself

Hmm…Playa, Playa.  As a player, you don’t want love. You don’t even want to be monogamous, with just one person. You’re just down for the physical stuff. Majority of young adults and people in their twenties think like this. They believe love is not really a priority right now and fooling is the only thing they want.

You are a firm believer of the phrase “love don’t live here anymore”

Love has left the building and you believe love will never come back, or it’s not worth it anymore. Many people go through this and are afraid to love again. This is perfect time to reevaluate your life, and focus on you. Focusing on you helps you know what’s missing in your life and it can also help you believe in love again.

Why do you thing love is hard to find? Drop some comments below telling us why?

Survival Of the Unworthy Chapter 2: Herewood Recovery Camp

First, have you read chapter 1? Chapter 2 begins below.

Aston sat in his room in the dark, just thinking about how much he spent in his room. Everyday Aston tries to not think about that horrible day in his past. But all he seemed to do was think about it. He thought about how vulnerable he was that day and how he never wanted to experience it again. But whenever he went to sleep, those experiences fell into his dreams over and over. Constantly, He’d dreamed about the fire that burned one of the tortured victims, Peace, alive, he dreamed of the balls which fell from the ceiling in the school’s hallways, he dreamed about the blinking on-and-off lights in the hallways that made him experience darkness and fear, he dreamed of the bullet wounds on his hand and his arms from his encounters that day, and the lastly he dreamed about Roxie. Even though Roxie and him went through the same things together and knew she was only a victim, he didn’t want to think or see her. She was a part of his past and his past was packed with horrid imagery of a that day.  It would be better if he’d just forget about it.

Aston was on his way to dozing off, probably to only be awaken by another nightmare. But his alarm clock woke him up and he had to get ready to work with his father. He got out of bed and took his shower. Then after his shower, he went to the kitchen to find two suitcases by the fridge. Then he looked at the fridge confused.

“Dad!” he called out. He moved the suitcases so he could grab some milk for his cereal. As his  father walked into the kitchen, he saw Aston found the suitcases.

“I’m guessing you’re wondering why there are suitcases here?” his father answered. Aston nodded.

Steve didn’t want to tell Aston what was next, but Steve knew that what he was doing for Aston was the right thing to do.

“Aston, I packed those bags for you,” Aston eyes grew wide, thinking of his father sending him back to his mother, back to Portland. Steve saw Aston face. “No, it’s not that. Aston, I’m sending you to get some help. Son, you have to learn how to control your grief or all you will ever do is worry.”

Aston looked at his father not knowing what to say. He didn’t want to leave or experience another change after he had become comfortable living in Texas.

“Where will I be going?” Aston asked his father without looking into his eyes. He felt betrayed all over again. Instead of it being his friend this time, it was his own flesh and blood.

“You will be going to a camp called Herewood Recovery Camp. The camp is in  Idaho Panhandle National Forest. You’ll be living there for a month. You leave tomorrow morning around 9 am.”

Aston looked at his father with such sorrow. He couldn’t believe he being sent to some crazy camp in the woods with crazy, idiotic people. “So you were just going to bail on me like that, without giving it a second thought?” He asked his father. His father looked at him with a straight face. Aston noticed that his father and him were the same height, 5 foot and 11 inches. They both had piercing brown eyes and a stern expression.

“You’re going to leave me in the middle of the woods with strange ‘recovering’ people and expect me to change how I feel about three psychopaths that kept me hostage in my old high school? Dad, if you really think this will change how I am, then you must have lost your mind…just like me,” Aston walked away after he told his father how he felt. He went into his room, laid on his bed facing the ceiling, and took a deep breath. He knew there was no way of getting out of this and he realized he didn’t have the energy to care anymore. He fell into a deep sleep afterward.

*                         *                       *

Roxie walked into the advising office at UCLA, she needed to schedule an appointment with her adviser so she could set-up her a schedule for the fall semester. She knew she had to do it but she didn’t want to. She was actually rethinking going to college, she hated being in lecture halls listening to professors lecture their lessons. She always started daydreaming. When she’d daydreamed, things in her mind begin to surface and always go to that day she hated to remember. Roxie didn’t like it but the only way she could make something of herself is if she went to college. She didn’t want to turn out being like her parents, with no higher education.

“Roxie, I’m so glad you’re here, Can you please come into my office?” Roxie’s adviser Mr. Charles said. Roxie walked into his office and she sat in one of the chairs opposite of Mr. Charles’ desk.

“Mr. Charles, I just want to say I know I haven’t been proficient in school and the school is thinking of getting rid of my scholarship, but I think after the summer sessions, I should be fine, and I’ll be ready to start focusing on my studies,” Roxie explained to her advisor. She really didn’t know if she’d be ready after the summer session. But she knew that she didn’t want to get kicked out of school, not yet at least.

Mr. Charles looked at Roxie and saw the pain she went through. The school wanted to give her a second chance. But they didn’t know if she could ever come back from what she went through. The school gave Mr. Charles the control of Roxie’s fate. Mr. Charles knew Roxie was bright. Also, he knew that he didn’t want her to give up on her future. Mr. Charles was giving her this last opportunity to forget about what happened and move on.

“Roxie, the school and I have decided to give you a second chance. But you have to do something for us in return.” Roxie watched him as he reached into the first drawer of his desk and grabbed a pamphlet. Roxie saw the pamphlet’s title which said “Herewood Recovery Camp.” Then Mr. Charles offered Roxie a smile. “Roxie, the only way to forget about what happened in your past is if you finally grieve and mourn about it. You have to reach recovery or the school won’t give you the scholarship and they will kick you out. Roxie, you are required to go to this camp in Idaho or you won’t be going to UCLA.”

Roxie looked at Mr. Charles with so much shock. She felt outraged but knew that wouldn’t help her situation if she acted upon it. She felt like a sponge with all the emotion she wanted to let out being sucked in all the time. She also felt like a kid again. People were making decision for her that she believed would cause more conflict and disorder.

“Mr. Charles, I can’t go… I can’t go in the middle of nowhere and expect to be so open with my problems. How am I supposed to get to Idaho? I expect the school will just pay for my expenses, or am I suppose to dip into the lovely trust fund my drunk, idiot parents left me?” Roxie asked with a hint of sarcasm at the end. She hated the control that almost everybody seems to have on her. The only way she could express her feelings was if she hurt someone else’s.

“Your boyfriend Michael has volunteered to take care of your expenses to Idaho. You leave tomorrow around ten, both of you. Pack your bags. Ms. Roxie, you have a long summer ahead of you.” Mr. Charles replied quickly, he grabbed his briefcase and left his office.  Roxie was shocked at what he told her.

Michael is in on his she thought.

“This is the time for second chances Roxie.” Mr. Charles whispered. Roxie scowled at the statement. Mr. Charles left his office and Roxie finally understood that she was and always will be…alone.

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Survival of the Unworthy: Living

Did you read Survival of the Unworthy’s prequel, Hide and I’ll Seek? Chapter 1 of Survival of the Unworthy is below.

Aston looked into his father eyes, the man who claimed to know him, the man who he was supposed to trust the most, and the man who always swore to protect him. But as Aston looked into his eyes for some reason, he just saw a stranger. Aston and his father Steve sat at their wooden table in their brightly lit kitchen eating cereal and drinking coffee.  The day was a good summer day but all Aston wanted to do was eat his cereal and work at the construction site that his father was in charge of fixing. He knew this was the best that his life was going to get after his high school year.  A life of eating soggy cereal and working on fixing buildings with a whole bunch of sweaty guys as he waits for his life to be over.  Aston could never do anything better because the only thought he ever had was about that day at Portland Valley High and the fear that he developed from it.

Steve looked at his son. He understood the burden that his son carried because of what Aston’s mother told him of that day. He just didn’t believe that Aston would never be the way he used to be. His prankster, always laughing, son rarely cracked a smile anymore. Ever since his son moved to Texas with him, all Aston did was eat, stare, and work at the construction site. He barely graduated high school because he never did his work and he would disagree with his teachers far too much. Steve was looking at the newspaper trying to avoid Aston’s eyes but he knew that he would have to do something for his son, eventually.

“Aston, Ms. Angie invited you and me to hang out with her and her daughter on Saturday. You want to go?” Steve asked his son. Angie was the woman who Aston father’s was currently dating. She had a daughter the same age as Aston. Steve wanted Aston to do something with his life. Aston stares at his father blankly not really caring about what Ms. Angie did or didn’t do. He knew Ms. Angie was scared of him.

“I’m okay Dad, just tell Ms. Angie I said, ‘no thanks’,”  Aston said with a bored tone. Aston didn’t want to hang out with anybody because then he’d have to talk to people and he didn’t want to share anything about his life. Steve began to get frustrated with his son.

“I can’t do this Aston! You don’t want to do anything and you don’t talk about anything. Son, you have yet to show any emotion ever since that… that day, not even bad emotions. You’re scaring everybody away even your mother,” Steve yelled at Aston. Aston looked at his father and stood up from the table.

“AND WHAT DO YOU SUPPOSE I DO, DAD! CRY ABOUT EVERYONE THAT DIED THAT DAY,  CRY ABOUT HOW I GOT SHOT TWICE THAT DAY, CRY ABOUT BEING SCARED AND AFRAID OF ACTUALLY TALKING TO PEOPLE BECAUSE I CAN’T TRUST ANYBODY OR CRY ABOUT HOW MY MOTHER WON’T EVEN LOOK AT  ME BECAUSE SHE IS SCARED OF HER SON AND CAN’T RECOGNIZE HIM?!” Aston yelled.

“Exactly, where is the son that I used to know?” Steve said calmly surprised at how Aston reacted. “You need to talk to someone about what happen or it’ll be stuck on your mind and you will harm yourself or even worse…”

“Dad, it doesn’t matter what I do.” Aston interrupted. “It will always be there. The Aston that you used to know, doesn’t exist so you might as well leave it alone. I’m sorry, I’m such a disappointment and a burden,” Aston left the kitchen leaving his father tear-eyed.

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Roxie gives up and Mr. Boris points his gun to Roxie’s head. Tears run down Roxie’s eyes as she closes them. She knows this is her last day, last hour, and last-minute. Roxie hears the gunshot knowing what comes after. Expecting Mr. Boris to be dead, she opens her eyes believing to see the police officer that saved her life that day at Portland Valley High, but what she finds is Mr. Boris still pointing the gun in front of her head. She sees Warren at her left side with the gun pressed upon her forehead. Roxie breathed intensely, starting to hyperventilate. Why isn’t Mr. Boris dead?  Roxie hears another gunshot and her left shoulder starts to burn. She looks to see blood spill from the bullet wound in her shoulder. Then She looks up at Warren and sees his devious smile. She hears a second gunshot and her upper chest begins to ache. She screams, screams for help but nobody helps her. Mr. Boris’ gun is smoking and still pointed in Roxie’s direction. Roxie screams, “No!” But he not listening. Why isn’t she dead yet? Mr. Boris begins moving towards Warren when Roxie notices a shadow coming her way. She screams help but when she sees the shadow, she notices who the shadow is and knows there is no hope of getting out of this. The silhouette comes in front of Roxie and stabs her directly in the chest through her bullet wound. Then the silhouette places its mouth upon her ear.

“I’m coming,” it whispers and then shows its face. Mace. Mace then twists the knife in Roxie’s chest.

Roxie woke up gasping for air after her nightmare. She sat up in her bed and looked around her room for anything suspicious.

“Roxie, Baby what’s wrong?” Roxie boyfriend Michael asked. Michael sat up from the bed and grabbed Roxie’s waist. Roxie couldn’t seem to answer her boyfriend, the dreams she had felt so real and she was so stunned from it. Michael began to call Roxie’s name but she didn’t answer. Roxie felt on her chest and shoulder to see if they were bleeding but felt nothing. She sighed in relief and then got out of the bed. She looked at her boyfriend Michael, he looked worried.

“I’m okay. I had a bad dream, that’s all,” Roxie finally replied before Michael could say anything else. Roxie sped walked to the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror. Roxie didn’t even look the same from a year ago. Roxie had dyed her brown hair to a pitched black.  She never wore her hair curly and long anymore, only short and straight. Her usual smile that she used to wear was replaced with a stern look. Lastly, her eyes that used to light up the room was now dulled and mysterious.

Roxie stared at her two tattoos. She got her tattoos when she came to California, one tattoo was a flower blooming on the inner part of her arm. Her second was a huge tattoo that went from her left shoulder and swirled around her body to her right knee that quoted, “20 people dead. One thing I can prove is I don’t need saving, what I need is to face my long-awaited death.”

Roxie knew she changed but she didn’t know how to change back and she didn’t want to. Roxie knew that the only thing she would ever think about is that day. She walked back into her bedroom to see Michael getting dressed for work.  He worked as a mechanic at a little mechanic shop while he paid for college. Roxie moved into his apartment with him because UCLA didn’t pay for her room and board anymore.

As she looked at Michael, she didn’t know if she loved him or not.  She knew the reason she started dating him was because of his looks. He had perfect, smooth, curly hair that only covered the top of his head, dark chocolate-brown eyes, he was tall, and muscular. He had the nonchalant attitude that she was looking for at the time and he had caramel skin just like her. As the months gone by, he started losing the nonchalant attitude and started to care for her. She didn’t like that because he started asking questions about her life and about her parents. He found out about that day and confronted her, too. But she blew it off and exploded on him for bringing it up. He never brought it up again and she was glad he didn’t. She knew she like Michael because he was cool and was there for her, but that was it. She didn’t love him at all.

“Do you want to go with me to the shop today?” Michael asked. She smiled at him.

“No, I rather not be around people today,” she replied.

“Baby, I’m worried about you. For the past month, you haven’t wanted to see anybody. You keep waking up gasping for air, you’re on academic probation at UCLA, and you look at me like something wrong. Are you okay? Is it because of that day?”

Roxie looked at him with such anger and disdain. She didn’t want to be mad at him but that day, thinking about that day made her angry.

“I don’t want to talk about this,” Roxie whispered.

“You’re going to have to talk about this sooner or later. If not me, then a therapist, our adviser at school, your aunt…SOMEBODY!” Roxie was beyond pissed now. So pissed that she threw her alarm clock at the mirror and broke the glass.

“I DON’T NEED HELP AND I DON’T NEED TO TALK TO SOMEONE! DON’T EVER TALK ABOUT THAT DAY AGAIN!” Roxie yells. She was breathing hard and Michael just gave her a startled look. Roxie looked at the mirror, broken glass everywhere and then she ran into the bathroom.

Roxie looked at herself in the mirror again and sobbed.

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Hide and I’ll Seek Part II: Survival of the Unworthy Introduction

In Portland, Oregon, May 2012, two juniors, Roxie and Aston, were able to escape with their life from three psycho killers, Warren, Mace, and  Portland Valley High’s Guidance Counselor, Mr.Boris. After the death of 20 people, Roxie and Aston have finally escaped, but did they survive? Living miles away from each other , with Aston living in Texas, and Roxie living in Sunny California, The two should finally be able to have peace but for some reason the two can never forget the events that took place at Portland Valley High that day. They dwell on the past and frighten their families so much that the people they love send them to a camp to discuss their problems at HereWood Recovery Camp. Roxie and Aston are now forced to talk about that day with others that suffer just like them, and it scares them to have to discuss their problems.

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Soon talking about their problems won’t be the only thing that they have to deal with. There’s another game. Roxie and Aston, are again the main characters. This time the game is based on revenge and we all know who is out to get them, Mace.  With new players they can’t trust and a new dangerous location, Aston and Roxie need each other more than ever. One thing that is different about this game is that it’s not about saving and finding others, it’s all about surviving.

What Happened to Reese: Chapter One

“We are bound by the secrets we share.”

                                                -Zoe Heller, What Was She Thinking? 

All seven of them looked at Reese. Reese wasn’t moving, he wasn’t laughing like his usually self. Reese wasn’t even making funny faces. He just laid down on the ground.

“Reese?” Pete called. Reese didn’t respond. Pete looked down at his friend stunned, not knowing what to do. Kaly went over to Reese and held his hand up but it just fell back down. She gasped and went over to Pete and held his hand. Pete didn’t move, he didn’t know what to do.

“You guys, Reese can’t be dead. I mean we didn’t mean to…we didn’t mean to,” Kerry whined. Carrie looked at him with so much disgust.

“It’s your fault. If you just listened to him. He wouldn’t even be in this predicament,” Carrie yells at Kerry. Kerry went up to Carrie’s face.  Carrie didn’t back down, all she did was look him in the eyes.

“Don’t Mixed our problem with this. Not With Pete!”

“He was in this problem as soon as you–” Carrie didn’t get to finish her sentence.

“STOP! We have to figure out what we are going to do,” Pete yelled. Carrie and Kerry stared each other down one more time and then they back away from each other. Selene walked up to Reese and felt his pulse. She heard a faint heartbeat which meant that Reese was still alive. She finally breathes and gave everybody a nod. Everybody was able to breathe knowing that he was still alive.

“We are going to have to call the ambulance and the police,” Selene told the group. She was really close to Reese. He was like a brother to her and he meant the world to everybody in the group. Some people nodded their head when Selene told everybody that they were going to have to call the police but some was refused.

“We shouldn’t have to call the police. If you didn’t blab or if you just kept your mouth shut, none of this would have happened.” Roma screamed at Selene. Her heavy Brazilian accent made it hard for everybody to understand her. Selene didn’t have anything to say to her. Right now, she was just worried about her friend. Reese shouldn’t have been the one that suffered. He was the main one that tried to bring the group back together but he was the one that ended up in a coma. Selene knew life was unfair.

“We can’t tell anyone what happened.” Kerry announced.

“So what are we suppose to say? This is mainly your fault,” Carrie replied. She was tired of Kerry thinking he was in charge. Kerry caused all the troubles that was happening in the group.

“No, he’s right. If we tell anybody what actually happened then each  and every one of us will get in trouble even Reese. We have to make up a story and then everybody must agree, in no way, we change the story or add anything else to the story. We have a story, we must keep the story,” Selene said to everybody. Mostly, everybody was surprise she agreed with Kerry. Carrie couldn’t even look at Selene, she just glared angrily at Kerry.

“No, I won’t. This was our friend and he suffered because what all of us did,” Pete expressed to Selene. Selene rolled her eyes, she loved Pete, but he and her never agreed on anything. They were always competing with each other and sometimes it was tiring. She was about to say something but then Kaly cut her off.

“Petey, she’s right. You might lose your Stanford Acceptance thingy.” Kaly looked at Pete with puppy eyes, and she put her hand on his arm. Everybody in the group knew Kaly could persuade Pete to do anything so they knew Pete wouldn’t talk.

Calvin looked at Reese and told everybody that he called the ambulance. Calvin wasn’t as close to the group as everybody else was. He started hanging with a different group when he was going with Samantha. But when they broke up, then he begin to hang out with the group again but now, at this very moment, he didn’t want to look or talk to them anymore. Calvin agreed with Kerry, though. He couldn’t let the police into his life, right now. He had too many secrets.

“The story that we tell the paramedics is he was skateboarding on the railing right next to the grassy hill, and he lost control of his skateboard. After that he begin to fall and roll down the hill. He ended up hitting his head on a tree and next thing we know, he fell into a coma,” Kerry explains. Everybody look at him like it was the worst idea they ever heard but they all knew that the police and the hospital would believe the story since Reese was sent to the office so many times for skateboarding.

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4 months later

“…And that how the story started. Kerry pushed us into saying Reese was in a coma because he was in a skateboarding accident.” Carrie explained to the guidance counselor James,” Gemini (Gemmy) James couldn’t get the kids to explain to her what happened on November 1. She couldn’t even get them to tell her what happened to Reese. It was already March and these kids have said the same story for forever until now. Gemmy was growing tired, and she wanted the kids to come clean. But they never said anything except Reese is in a coma and he fell of his skateboard.

It had been four months since the accident happen and the kids were to come to the guidance office everyday so they could explain how they felt about Reese going into a coma. Gemmy didn’t realize, until today, that the topic has change from how did they felt about the accident into what actually happened to Reese.

“Okay you guys, we have some missing clues to the puzzle. Are you guys telling me that Reese is in a coma because of something you did?” Gemmy announced to the group. They were all sitting in a circle and looking around the room. This meant they knew something or did something that put Reese into the coma.

“I’m losing my patience. I’ve continually told you, what you say in the group, stays in the group. So can you at least tell me something?” Gemmy asked the group. None of them spoke up and so Gemmy begin to pack up her stuff until Calvin said something.

“Look, Ms. James, we are scared. We are scared for Reese, and we are scared for all of us.” Gemmy didn’t want Calvin to speak that much. She like him too much and didn’t want him in this predicament, but he was Reese’s friend and all of his close friends had to be here.

“This is a confidential meeting. This will stay between you guys and I. These meeting will continue until somebody tells me something. All of your parents are worried about you, and they are not going to stop bothering me until I get something out of you. So please tell me something other than that day Reese went into coma,” Gemmy asked the group. The group all looked at each other like they wanted to say something, but didn’t.

“You know what…whatever; I’m just going to tell her,” Pete said. Kaly tapped his leg and gave him a look. “I’m tired of being quiet…you wanna how this started? It all started with you, Ms. James.”

Gemmy looked at all the student in the room; Carrie Coppleman, Selene Mchaven, Kaly Evergreen, Pete Pailet, Calvin Hubersmith, Kerrington Arhmest, and Roma Manuellen all nodded saying she was the cause of their troubles.

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What Happened to Reese?: Introduction

“Nothing Stays Secret Forever”  

                        Jennifer R. Hubbard

Meet Reese! He is 17 years old about to graduate high school and go to college on a football scholarship. He’s your average high school boy;he makes average grades, plays really good football, and now he’s in the hospital with a coma. Reese might have been a player, and a daredevil but he had a huge heart for his friends. The thing is nobody knows what happen to him, and the people who may know aren’t talking. The huge question that everybody in Clearwater Bridge High school is asking is how Reese fell into a coma and what might his friends be hiding.

Before Reese fell into a coma, Clearwater Bridge’s rich kids owned the school, and nothing could ruin being voted the most likely to succeed high school. These 8 kids live for their popularity. They live for their fancy cars, designer clothes, and their money. But can money really buy happiness? What happens when these rich kids and their clique falls apart? The secrets, betrayals, and backstabbing are causing them to lose one another and what will happen when the unthinkable happens? Are they willing to keep a secret that can ruin their lives forever or will they finally share their story? And then there’s Reese, poor Reese, how does he play into the story? Will Reese ever wake or will he be doom to forever hide in this secret’s shadow?

Hide and I’ll Seek: Vindicated

Aston looked at Mace in the corner of his eye with shock. She had a gun pointed to the side of his forehead. He turned to face her. She looked horrible. She had patches of bald spots in her hair, dried up blood on her arm, her face, and legs but somehow the most horrible thing Aston could see on her was her smile. Her smile was so devious.

“Mace, What?…when?…Why are you doing this?” Aston said. He didn’t even know what to think. I mean she used to talk about hurting people in the school, but he definitely remembers her not doing anything about it until now.

“Aston, Aston, Aston, so courageous but so stupid. Do you know how much I had to suffer in this school for three years? Warren and I?” She pointed to Warren when she said that and I notice that Warren had his gun up to Roxie head. For some reason, Roxie didn’t look as terrified. “Our parents don’t care for us and never did. They treat us like animals. My mother went crazy, she has been on suicide watch for three years. Plus my father doesn’t love me. He doesn’t even want to see me so I decide to do something that makes them feel horrible for how they had treated me. I going to show them how crazy a child can get when they are left alone.”

Aston stared at Mace and finally realizes how insane this girl is.

“Mace, do you realize how mess up that is? You and your little crew over there killed about 20 people tonight just so you can get back at your parents?” Aston asked furiously to Mace. Mace laughed and her laugh was so sinister that Aston had to back up a bit. Mace stopped laughing and uses the clip to place the bullets in her gun. Aston had so many feeling going through his system; he was afraid, angry, hurt and detached. Aston thought it might have been his time so he closed his eyes.

“So the people who were after us the entire night was Mace, Warren and some creep guy? The main question here  is who can the creep be?” Aston heard Roxie say.  Mace took the gun off Aston’s head and walk towards the other side of Aston where Roxie was. “Aston, I don’t know why it took me this long to find out. There is only one mutual friend that Mace and Warren have in common.”

Aston thought to himself, Who can it be? And then it all came back to him. He remembered when Mace used to say Warren and her always had to meet with the guidance counselor. He remembered her saying how her guidance counselor always wanted her to talk about her parents.

“Mr. Boris?” Aston yelled out and the creep took of his mask.

“Wow, Roxie you are so smart. It’s just sad that you’re too late.” The creep, who was now revealed as Mr. Boris, said.

“Well done with corrupting their minds! Your job was to help them work on their struggles that they had with their parents. Instead you encouraged them into becoming psychopaths .” Roxie yelled at Mr. Boris. Mr. Boris had a devious smile on his face, similar to what Mace had.

“I didn’t do this to them, they were meant to become what they are today. You can’t repair a mind that’s already broken, nobody helped me with mines. I had the worst family, my father left my mother with five children. My mother was a drug addict, addicted to PCP where I saw her cut out my brother and sister own tongues. The people in my community called me names and didn’t want to hang around me because of my mother. They threw things at me, called me names, and would beat me every day. She ruined my life! I had to change what was happening to me. So one day when she was high, I decided I couldn’t take it anymore. I told her I wanted to play a game. Yes, she played the game, alright. The game had its rules. She had to go in the house and search for all of the lighters she had in laying around the house. She knew exactly where all of them were. They were all in the kitchen draw. I told her if she finds them, she can have some of my cigarettes. She went to the house and grabbed each of her lighters. I left the cigarettes on the kitchen table but what she didn’t know is that I disconnected the gas to the stove. She burned that day alive and I watch my house crumble. I never regretted it. I’ve helped every student that has come to me their problems. Especially those with issues similar to mine. I’ve worked at five schools and none of my students have gotten caught. There has never been any survivors.”   Mr. Boris and Warren pointed the gun at Roxie. Aston didn’t make a sound but he knew what he was going to do. He snatch Mace’s gun and shot her in the leg. Mace screamed and fell to the ground. Mr. Boris and Warren looked at Mace while Aston grabbed Roxie by the hand so they could run.

Mr. Boris started shooting at them but they ran fast enough to be out of the tunnels light. Aston and Roxie tried to run as fast as he can but Roxie could barely run because of her twisted angle, Aston blood was leaking by the second and he was becoming a little droopy, and they couldn’t see where they were going.

“Roxie, do you still have your little flashlight?” Aston slurred his whisper.  Aston could hear Roxie feeling on her leg and then he felt something fall into his hand. Before he turned the flashlight on, he had smelled the worst stench he had ever smelled.

“Roxie, do you smell that?” Aston asked. He turned on the flashlight and Aston saw 12 dead bodies and rats eating the guts. Roxie covered her mouth and Aston just threw up.

“Roxie, we have to walk around it so we can get out of here,” Aston said.

“I rather die,” Roxie said, but then Aston grabbed her arm with his one good arm and walked around the rats. The rats weren’t bothering them at all. They just enjoyed the meal that was presented to them. Aston flashed the light on the bodies. The tunnel straight ahead was completely dark.

“Roxie, look! It’s a cell phone,” Aston said. The cell phone was near a puddle of blood with rats everywhere. He shushes the rats away and reaches through the blood for the cell phone. Then he recognizes the person that was dead. She died tonight when the shooting massacre happened. The cell phone had 2 bars for battery life but no reception. Maybe it was because they were in a tunnel. Aston gave Roxie the flashlight while he used the cell phone searching for bars. They walk through the tunnel but Aston couldn’t get anything, no reception at all. He finally got a faint reception but he needed to get to higher ground.

“Aston, look there’s a tunnel opening and a ladder.” Roxie announced. He saw the ladder and the tunnel. The ladder was a little high to reach and he knew he couldn’t lift up Roxie with one arm so he started climbing the ladder.

“Shine the flashlight on me,” Aston said. She did what he told her but she couldn’t hold a steady grip. The flashlight kept on moving. Aston saw that he was getting more bars when he climbed higher. He finally had enough bars to call the police. He dialed 911. The phone rang for at least 5 times.

“Hello 911, what’s your emergency?” the lady asked with a nosily voice.

“Hello,can you please help us. We are being chase in an underground tunnel by three serial killers. They killed many people at Portland Valley High, and they are still chasing us. We don’t know where we are but we have to be somewhere near Chinatown.” Aston shouted.

“Wait, sir. I’m going to try to locate your call.”

“Hurry because they are coming after—.” Aston didn’t get to finish because he got shot in his hand and he fell to the ground. He fell unconscious. Roxie ran to him when she saw Warren and Mr. Boris walking towards her.

“It’s a shame you couldn’t have joined us, Roxie. Your family is just as messed up as ours but–,” Mr. Boris said as he stepped on the cell phone.

“Killing people isn’t right. I’ve learned from my parents mistakes,” Roxie said confidently.

“Well, you’re mother is a prostitute and your father’s a drunk. They killed your brother but the social worker kept you in their custody. They deserved to die more than you, you can join us, get rid of that frustration and make them pay for your brother.”

Roxie didn’t say anything. Roxie was slowly reaching for the gun that Aston had in his pocket but it wouldn’t come out. Roxie gave up and Mr. Boris put his gun up to Roxie’s head. Tears went down Roxie’s eyes and she begins to close them. Roxie heard a gunshot thinking she was dead but then she heard a body drop.

“Hands in the air! Put your hands in the air now!” A stern voice yelled.  Roxie’s opened her eyes and saw all of the flashlights and guns. It was the police! The police shot Mr. Boris in the back and was handcuffing Warren.

“Excuse me miss, are you and your friend alright?” The police officer said.

“If you can get us to a hospital, we will be.” Roxie said with a smile and she finally breathed out a sigh or relief. She looked at the police officer’s cell phone on the side of his belt.

6am

(8 months later)

Roxie was coming home for her winter break in UCLA. She didn’t want to come back here. It brings so many memories that she wanted to forget. She didn’t want to see her mother and father, any of her dead friends, and she never wanted to step in Portland Valley High school, again. She went where any college student would go on their winter break: the mall.

She walked in the mall. It was empty even though it was around Christmas time. Maybe it was because she was there at exactly when it opened, 10am on Wednesday morning. She looked in the stores but didn’t buy anything. She didn’t want to be here in Portland but it was all for her aunt. She was in the food court when she saw somebody that she never thought she would see again. It was Aston. He spotted her too and stared at her from across the food court. Ever since that unforgettable day, Aston moved with his father in Texas. Roxie heard he was trying to convince his mother to move down there, too. Aston walked over to Roxie, and Roxie walked closer to Aston.

“Hey,” Aston said. He gave her a hug. She started the hug jumpy and frightened. But then she thought of Aston as that person who protected her and she sank into his arms. They separated and Roxie looked at his hand to see that the bullet wound from that night was still imprinted on his skin.

“Hopefully, we can finally have peace.” Aston said but he sounded hesitant because both of them still knew one was still out there, and they probably would never have peace until that person was dead.

Mace 

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