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|| Prologue ||•Chloe's POV• "Hey Paigy-Mac!" l exclaim, running over. She whips around. "Hey Chlo!" She says, as we run off to class. Life's great. We're popular- the most popular in school. Have amazing boyfriends. Amazing friends. Amazing homes. Amazing family's. Life's perfect. I run to class and sit between Paige and Josh, my boyfriend, with the rest of the group surrounding us. I smile, laugh. We have an amazing time. We always had amazing times. Life's great. My life is a lie, is all l think as life goes on. But that's just a memory. Their all memory's now. I slide down the wall tears blurring my vision. My face red. My eyes puffy and red. My hair a mess. I feel around under the small table in my private bathroom. I pull my razor out from its spot. I yank my sleeve up to reveal what l can't see of my arm from tears, but know it's covered from cuts. I drag the blade across my arm, as the blood pours out, along with my old life. •|| end of prologue ||•message me if you want the book to be dedicated to you. only the first four get it.…

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ProloguePOV not shownI tremble with fear as I look at my hand. It holds the handle to a knife. But the knifes not showing. The blades made me do evil. I just killed someone. One of my friends. Nia. Nia Frazier. I didn't mean to, but she deserved it. I don't even know. I can't think. I'm in Studio B. I run to the bathroom, get a wet paper towel, and run back. I wipe off the handle. I can't get caught. I can't go to jail. I run out of Studio B to the dancers den. Everyone else leaves one at a time, goes to the bathroom, something. Perfect. My tracks are covered. No one can know about this. No one.…

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Sequel to ALDC Murder MysteryBrooke's POVChloe. That name still haunts me everything someone says it. Every time I think it. Chloe Lukasiak. She's evil. She killed Nia. She killed Maddie. She even killed my own sister. Paige. That killed me. "Chloe" I whisper to myself, still cringing at her name five years later. She killed everyone five years ago two weeks from now. But she was never caught. Never found. She's still living out there free, like nothing ever happened. Living the life while we're left back here, left with the the dead. But I haven't given up. I'll get justice for Paige's name. For Nia's name. For Maddie's name. I'll find Chloe even if I have to die doing it.…

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Mackenzie's POVSecrets. Everyone has them. Everyone knows someone else's. Everyone wants to spill some secrets. Secrets. They keep the world going. You know they do. They have to, no matter how many teachers or adults tell you secrets are bad. But they aren't. They make the world go round. But, have you ever know a big secret, one you can't tell people. Ever. And no, your best friends crush doesn't count. I mean a really big secret. Something huge. Something that would ruin your life forever if you told someone, or if someone told your secret. Probably no. But I have one, a huge one. Bigger than life. The biggest secret ever. An I have to keep it the rest of my life. No one can know about me. There can be no records of me anymore. My existence had to stay a secret.…

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Prologue || Detective The small suspect list dwindles down to the last four names. flip through the newly taken mugshots of Kendall Vertes, seventeen, Chloe Lukasiak, eighteen, Madison Ziegler, seventeen, and Brooke Hyland, nineteen. All of them have a reason to of killed Abby Lee Miller. All of them have a past. I go through all of their alibis and answers to questioning. None of it lines up, or works for them to of killer her, but one of them did They have to of "I don't get why I'm here! Throw one of those rejects in the slammer." One of the girls yell One by one the cell doors slam shut. The front door flys open as they curse and kick they walls claiming their innocence more than the others. throw my head back from the noise, as someone approaches "Sir, you really need to see it, l think we found a break in the case." They yell, holding something up. sit up. "Not now, can't take anything over that state, pointing to the screaming suspects. But sir, we found "I said not now." l retort. see their shaking arm extending out holding a notebook. sit up, taking it. "It's written by the put my hand up flipping through the pages of slanted writing. "Well I'll be darned." mutter The diary of the killer. Is all I say, as everything going silent.…