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    annabeth couldn’t have known about what was going to happen a couple of hours for now and the terror it would reinforce in the town. however, she was the type to watch from the sidelines rather than getting herself involved. laughing at the other’s wicked sense of humour, the younger woman nodded. “I, tell me about it. i’m HERE for the drama and if someone doesn’t deliver, i’m going to have to make it myself. that’s too much effort to be WASTED on these idiots.” she had little regard for the residents. annabeth didn’t want to belong here, she hoped to leave when she finished college; there were more exciting things out there than living in the luxury of her parents’ home. 

         “oh, shit.” annabeth couldn’t stop herself from laughing at the other. it seemed that they both had the same dark and twisted humour that got them through the days in deercreek. “i was saying the exact same thing but people looked at me like i was the one that did it. killers waste their time, i don’t. i just enjoy the view. it’s a boring shit hole where people like to shove sticks up their ass.” her parents were extremely wealthy, people wouldn’t have guessed that from the attire she wore; annabeth was all about denouncing wealth and living life on the wild side. “pretty sure the fireworks will come later, both literally and metaphorically.”

       it was something that annabeth had always tried to do, make herself stand out from the crowd by making herself DIFFERENT but as time went on, it was getting out of hand. her parents were never bothered about what she did and she always had too much freedom; she was always out to make a STATEMENT, no matter how irrelevant it was to other people. deercreek seemed to be a boring town up until the murders commenced and annabeth was hoping to draw up some sort of inspiration for her artistic development. “oh, i’ve just walked around mostly.” the young woman nodded as she folded her amrs. “there are so many more fireworks to come. like, the mayor is apparently doing her speech which i think is pretty pathetic but it’s drama. people are so boring here. a randomer tried to tell me that they liked my hair. what gave them to impression that i wanted to talk to them.” despite being independent, it was clear that the girl was very immature when it came to her thinking. she had never learnt to difference between right or wrong statements; sometimes, she would have been better to stay SILENT.

      “front row seats.” annabeth did secretly enjoy it; stressful situations often proved difficult for most and she was a psychologist after an artist. folding her arms, the younger woman raised her eyebrows. “you’re SHITTING me, right? it’s more like a bad soap opera, who writes this shit.” little did she know that she herself would be written into the story soon enough. deercreek was getting interesting, something she had wished for for a long time but this was odd. “whose bright idea was that? god, i feel sorry for that dead kid. his family look like absolute dicks, not that i really have an interest in forming a detailed opinion on them. giving a speech is literally like shitting on his grave, or what’s left of his body.” again, annabeth couldn’t help herself from getting dark too quickly. she was the type of artist that was drawn to darkness and had no problem exploring it.