The Last Dance - Liza Mynx (popular e readers .txt) 📗

/> “Well, that’s because....SHE’S DEAD TOO!” I started crying.
“How did she die?”
“I did...it was...” I couldn’t finish my sentences because I was crying.
“I know it is sad to lose people who you care about. I lost my real parents in a shooting. They were both policeman. One day they were chasing some robbers, and they shot them.” She started crying too. “The people I live with now are my foster parents.”

I stopped crying and put my arms around her, and she just cried there in my arms.
“Anyway,” I finally said after getting a headache from all the crying. “I’m the one who killed my sister.”
All the sudden, she pulled away from me and stood up. “WHAT?”
“She came home and told me she killed Christy, and I got upset. So, I killed her.”
“Oh my god...you’re a murder,” she said softly.
“Sylania, no wait-”
“No you killed someone, whether she killed someone else or not, that still makes you a killer!”
Now she was raising her voice, whether it was out of fear or anger, it was scary. You would picture someone like Sylania to be quite, and stand in the background, but right now, she is loud and very upset. I will never think of her as a soft quite girl again. Her face was twisted in anger, and she looked scary.
“I did the right thing, she killed someone! Why are you yelling at me?”
“I am mad and yelling at you because doing the wrong thing for the right reasons is still the wrong thing.”
“Oh who are you to judge?! You’re the one who wanted to scare Grace half to death! That’s wrong too!”
She took that way too seriously. “You know what? Go to the dance with Grace. You two deserve each other. Your both popular and you know how to kill someone on the inside...and OUT!” She ran out of there really fast.
The first thing that came to my mind was why she was talking about the dance. I mean what the hell? It was a week away and I hadn’t even thought about going in the first place, let alone with Grace or Sylania. Then, my mind started wondering down a different road, and I actually started thinking about the core of what she said.

What she said was true. That doing the wrong thing for the right reasons is still wrong.
I was curious as to why Christy showed up to them though. She probably knew that Amy was going to talk to me, and try to make me go home. She knew that I would say no. I can’t think about that right now, though. I have bigger problems to deal with at this minute.
How would I tell my friends that I killed Grace? The thing is, I don’t even remember talking to Grace. The last thing I remember is I was talking to Amy. Then she took a step closer...
I gasped because I then knew what had happened!


CHAPTER 7
I Have To Tell Someone
(Sylania)

It’s not true. It’s not true!
I kept repeating those words in my head. Nick just told me he killed someone. Kiara was right. He is a murderer. He killed his own sister. I could understand it if he just didn’t talk to her again, but killing her is taking things too far. He must have ran away after he did it. The hints were all there. That he lived in the old church in the back of the woods, and slept on pews with some blankets. Another big hint would be his parents don’t even live with him.
I just drove around town for about an hour, thinking about what I should do. I should tell the police, because that is first degree murder, or maybe I should tell Kiara and Derek first and ask them what to do. Yeah, I’ll do that.
I called them and told them to meet me at The Hot Spot café in ten minutes.
The Hot Spot café is a small family owned coffee shop. A lot of the high school kids went there to hang out. It was decorated Italian style, because the family was Italian. They were really friendly, nice to everyone, and the coffee is amazing.

So, when we all were there I told them what Nick told me. Derek and Kiara just sat there with their mouths and eyes wide open.
“I told you he was a killer! I knew there was something freaky about him,” Kiara yelled at me.
“Shhhh! Do you want the whole world to know, Kiara? Listen Sylania, this sister of his, did you get her name?”
“No, I didn’t ask. Why?”
“Well, you can access recent deaths on the internet and get the names of the latest recorded deaths.”
I thought about it for a minute. “Derek, you’re a genius!”
“Yeah, I know. Why don’t you come and bask in my glow?”
Kiara pushed him playfully. “Okay, so what are you going to do with her name,” Kiara asked.
“I can find out who his parents are and where they live. We can go there and tell them Nick is here.”
Everyone just thought about it for a minute, and it made sense.
“Okay, so you have to ask him on Tuesday,” Derek said, looking at me.
“Why do I have to do it?”
“Well, he trusts you, and doesn’t know you told us.”
I thought then remembered something. “Hey, why did you say I have to ask him on Tuesday? Why can’t I ask him at school on Monday?”
They both looked at me like I was crazy.
“Didn’t you hear? School is out on Monday because someone died,” Kiara said.
I stared at them. “Who?”


CHAPTER 8
School Is Nothing But Drama
(Nick)

“Amy! Amy, where are you? Come on! I need to talk to you!” I’ve been trying to call her for an hour. It was important that I talk to her. “Amy, I know what you did on Friday. You killed someone else. You’re a murder!”
That made her show up. Amy was always a perfect person, and when you called her something imperfect, like a murderer, she got mad.
“I didn’t kill anybody. It was all you!” She sounded really mad, but I didn’t care. She used me to kill someone.
“Possession does not count! Admit it! You possessed me, and made me kill Grace!”
She just stood there, or should I say floated there. It was weird. I never thought about looking at my dead sister at age 15. She was only 17 years old when she died. In fact, it was only a few months until her 18th birthday.
“Okay if you looked at it technically, yes I did possess you.”
“What do you mean if I looked at it technically? There is no other explanation!”
“Listen, all I did was control you, you’re the one who thought about killing her.”
I thought back, and then figured it out. “My friends told me I had to pretend to kill Grace! I got angry and thought about what happened with you!”
She looked really hurt by that. I mean, it really wasn’t her fault she was dead. “I’m sorry, okay! You don’t know how confusing and hard it is to be dead!” With that, she disappeared.
On Tuesday, everyone was talking about Grace’s death. They had news reporters there and everything. I guess she died in the school science lab. I probably didn’t recognize the area because I just wanted to get out of there. Everyone was interviewed by policeman.
Sylania came up and sat next to me at lunch.
She was really angry. “Listen I know it was you, so don’t give me the ‘I don’t know what your talking about’ crap. I don’t care for that. What I want to know is why you did it?”
I tried to explain to her that it wasn’t me, and that I was possessed, but she thought I was lying.
“Sylania, get over your self and listen to me! I didn’t kill her and you can think I did, but guess what? I don’t care about what you think. So go away because I don’t need your pettiness right now, okay?”
“You know what? Screw you! Do you know what else? Go to hell!”
“Okay, do you want me to say hi to your parents while I’m there?”
She stared at me and just got up and walked away.
Crap, why did I say that? She will probably never talk to me again. Well I don’t care if she does, because I don’t care about her, or do I?


CHAPTER 9
I’m Just Sick Of It
(Sylania)

He is so fake! He’s trying to tell me that he was possessed by a ghost, and that is why he killed Grace. I don’t care what he does any more, especially since he made a joke about my parents. You know, I never told anyone that story, I thought I could trust him. So much for what I know.
After school, I went over to Kiara’s house to ask her what I should do. I knew she was probably tired of listening to my problems with Nick, but she is the only person besides Derek who knows. I want some comfort too, which marks Derek out. He’s a nice guy, but he just doesn’t take things seriously.
When I got to her house, I told her what happened at lunch, which I shouldn’t have done. After I told her, she asked me about my parents.
“What do you mean your parents are dead?! I just saw them today!”
I sighed. “No, you saw my foster parents.”
“WHAT?! How could you not tell me that your real parents are dead? ME?! I thought we were best friends?”
“We are, but I just...”
“You just what? You just couldn’t tell me?! I’m you best friend! We don’t keep secrets from each other! I wouldn’t have cared whether they were your real parents or not! You know what? If you can’t trust me with a secret, than I can’t trust you at all! Get out of my house.”
“Listen, Kiara...”
“I said GET OUT!”
I ran out of there crying from anger and sorrow. She was overreacting majorly. I didn’t have to tell her if I didn’t want to. I can’t