Chapter 2
Be careful what wewe kill for
“So…what’s your project on kiddies?” Ms. Arthur asks us.
“So we have the first few installments of our documentary-”
“Movie,” Sasha interjected.
Ashlynn glared at her, “documentary of our very own horror hour.”
Ms. Arthur frowns. “Horror hour?”
“Um…you know, ma’am, the killing’s that took place years ago.” Lila explained.
“Oh…oh! The horror hour!” Ms. Arthur looked at us suspiciously. “What exactly is your project?”
Now in any normal town this might be very rude to the students, considering the teacher is suspicious of us, but in our town, she has good reason. A few years back some students did a project on him, and they did a sick cruel prank, and well…let’s just saying they paying for time in prison.
Fern, the cool nerd in our group, flashed her the sweetest smile and said. “It’s basically this documentary/movie of the guy, with historical facts along side creative, imaginative ideas from the young minds of today, ma’am.”
My group and I share a look, he was either a really good suck up, au he just made the rest of the group look stupid.
Ms. Arthur sighed. “Fine, but if there’s any risky business going on…you’ve got three chances, inayofuata group!”
My group and I made our way to the table, and we sat down, pleased that we managed to sway thye teacher.
RT grinned. “It’s a good thing we have a talented writer and super smart nerd kwa our side, au we’d be screwed.”
Chauncey rolled her eyes at him, before looking at us. “Do wewe think we should interview some of the victims family au something?”
“Maybe we should just leave them some privacy,” fern, kangaga suggested.
“Guys, it’s still the first siku of our project, we don’t need to try to hard.” I say.
Jordan shrugged. “Less work later on.”
I thought about it. “Here’s what we can do, what’s the installments about?”
Ashlynn shrugged. “Being the beginning of our project I started with the characters first, and a few ideas for a story plot.”
I nod. “Now, we can make this movie similar to the killing’s, but not too similar as to mess with anybody, we can have like a little interview thing-y first, and a little bit about our killer, which is barely anything-”
“Then the movie starts!” Sasha said, taking the words right out of my mouth.
“Yes,” I say with gritted teeth, already feeling a headache form.
“So…we all lived here for awhile, so we all know the story right?” Lila asked.
We all nodded, as RT shrugs. “Who doesn’t, wewe get bombarded kwa it once wewe enter the town.”
I’m about to say something when the kengele rings, and I begrudgingly get out of my kiti, kiti cha packing my stuff and we all head out the door to get to our inayofuata classes.
Ashlynn joins me, walking kwa my side. “I’ve been thinking of a ton of things, but first I think we should do some extra research about the…killings.”
I nod. “Sounds awesome, though I’m thinking this’ll soon acquire seeing each other after school.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that, we can work on it in my house…and! We can record the making of the whole thing.”
“That…is a great idea. I think this project will be amazing.” I say, smiling a bit. “I never thought I’d have the guts to work on this topic though.”
Ashlynn shrugged. “Come on, these killing’s happened years, nothing bad can happen after years and years have passed, besides, it’s kind of a brilliant idea considering the anniversary is coming soon.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” Ashlynn laughs. “I just hope we don’t attract the crazies.”
I laugh too. Now I know wewe most likely will know what I’m talking about, but I’ll just fill wewe in just in case. wewe know some of those places where when someone gets killed people songesha there to see if anything happens, au something else disturbing.
Well, in our town the crazies our obsessed with at least something, and it’s mostly the killer. Last year, some kid got arrested for stabbing a police in other of the guy, a guy who murdered innocent victims! You’d be surprised how many disturbing encounters I’ve had. These people are downright scary.
We don’t want any crazies getting pumped up over this.
“I just wish that this video will… I don’t know, be watched kwa thousands, become famous.” Ashlynn says, shrugging. “Just, for something, anything, to happen because of it.”
Be careful what wewe wish for.
*Thanks for reading, please don't copy, hope wewe enjoyed! maoni and mashabiki would be lovely!*
Be careful what wewe kill for
“So…what’s your project on kiddies?” Ms. Arthur asks us.
“So we have the first few installments of our documentary-”
“Movie,” Sasha interjected.
Ashlynn glared at her, “documentary of our very own horror hour.”
Ms. Arthur frowns. “Horror hour?”
“Um…you know, ma’am, the killing’s that took place years ago.” Lila explained.
“Oh…oh! The horror hour!” Ms. Arthur looked at us suspiciously. “What exactly is your project?”
Now in any normal town this might be very rude to the students, considering the teacher is suspicious of us, but in our town, she has good reason. A few years back some students did a project on him, and they did a sick cruel prank, and well…let’s just saying they paying for time in prison.
Fern, the cool nerd in our group, flashed her the sweetest smile and said. “It’s basically this documentary/movie of the guy, with historical facts along side creative, imaginative ideas from the young minds of today, ma’am.”
My group and I share a look, he was either a really good suck up, au he just made the rest of the group look stupid.
Ms. Arthur sighed. “Fine, but if there’s any risky business going on…you’ve got three chances, inayofuata group!”
My group and I made our way to the table, and we sat down, pleased that we managed to sway thye teacher.
RT grinned. “It’s a good thing we have a talented writer and super smart nerd kwa our side, au we’d be screwed.”
Chauncey rolled her eyes at him, before looking at us. “Do wewe think we should interview some of the victims family au something?”
“Maybe we should just leave them some privacy,” fern, kangaga suggested.
“Guys, it’s still the first siku of our project, we don’t need to try to hard.” I say.
Jordan shrugged. “Less work later on.”
I thought about it. “Here’s what we can do, what’s the installments about?”
Ashlynn shrugged. “Being the beginning of our project I started with the characters first, and a few ideas for a story plot.”
I nod. “Now, we can make this movie similar to the killing’s, but not too similar as to mess with anybody, we can have like a little interview thing-y first, and a little bit about our killer, which is barely anything-”
“Then the movie starts!” Sasha said, taking the words right out of my mouth.
“Yes,” I say with gritted teeth, already feeling a headache form.
“So…we all lived here for awhile, so we all know the story right?” Lila asked.
We all nodded, as RT shrugs. “Who doesn’t, wewe get bombarded kwa it once wewe enter the town.”
I’m about to say something when the kengele rings, and I begrudgingly get out of my kiti, kiti cha packing my stuff and we all head out the door to get to our inayofuata classes.
Ashlynn joins me, walking kwa my side. “I’ve been thinking of a ton of things, but first I think we should do some extra research about the…killings.”
I nod. “Sounds awesome, though I’m thinking this’ll soon acquire seeing each other after school.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that, we can work on it in my house…and! We can record the making of the whole thing.”
“That…is a great idea. I think this project will be amazing.” I say, smiling a bit. “I never thought I’d have the guts to work on this topic though.”
Ashlynn shrugged. “Come on, these killing’s happened years, nothing bad can happen after years and years have passed, besides, it’s kind of a brilliant idea considering the anniversary is coming soon.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” Ashlynn laughs. “I just hope we don’t attract the crazies.”
I laugh too. Now I know wewe most likely will know what I’m talking about, but I’ll just fill wewe in just in case. wewe know some of those places where when someone gets killed people songesha there to see if anything happens, au something else disturbing.
Well, in our town the crazies our obsessed with at least something, and it’s mostly the killer. Last year, some kid got arrested for stabbing a police in other of the guy, a guy who murdered innocent victims! You’d be surprised how many disturbing encounters I’ve had. These people are downright scary.
We don’t want any crazies getting pumped up over this.
“I just wish that this video will… I don’t know, be watched kwa thousands, become famous.” Ashlynn says, shrugging. “Just, for something, anything, to happen because of it.”
Be careful what wewe wish for.
*Thanks for reading, please don't copy, hope wewe enjoyed! maoni and mashabiki would be lovely!*
This is a poem I came up with
The pain is far greater
the pain is almost blinding
wewe alisema you'd always upendo me
a rope of upendo wrapped around me, a binding
But now I know the truth
You're nothing but a fake
wewe took my moyo and played with it
and now my moyo does nothing but ache
I wish to hear your voice again
I wish wewe had never hurt me
for now I can't even look at wewe
without having to turn and flee
This pain has gotten worse
I can't stand it much longer
but if I take a blade....
I can take the pain wewe gave me and make a different pain stronger.
The pain is far greater
the pain is almost blinding
wewe alisema you'd always upendo me
a rope of upendo wrapped around me, a binding
But now I know the truth
You're nothing but a fake
wewe took my moyo and played with it
and now my moyo does nothing but ache
I wish to hear your voice again
I wish wewe had never hurt me
for now I can't even look at wewe
without having to turn and flee
This pain has gotten worse
I can't stand it much longer
but if I take a blade....
I can take the pain wewe gave me and make a different pain stronger.