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Amber asked, "So, what's your plan?" "Don't have one," Lindsey replied. Shortly after, I noticed Amber and Hannah had disappeared. But since I was thinking of deserting Lindsey as well, I didn't think too much of it. "Pretty sad little group we got here," Martine remarked. "Why don't we just go join the pheasant worshippers?" "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" I asked. Before she could reply, Lindsey interrupted. "Shh! We're almost there!" she said. Then she tripped over that same Spanish book and shouted out the same profanities. "Run!" Matt yelled, panicking and attracting even more attention. "Yahh! They're following us!" So we ran off, with thirty possessed people following close behind us. Before long, Julia cornered me. I tried to get rid of her. "Umm, the lawn gnomes are coming." She kept coming. I had to think of something. What could distract her? "Umm... Arthur's on!" "No, it's not!" She now almost had me pinned against the wall. This was my last chance. I thought quickly and came up with an idea that just might work. "Don't you hate Hannah more than me?" "Yeah, I do." "Well, um, why don't you go get her instead, then?" "Okie-dokie," she perkily said as she turned and left, in search of the Red Beast. I yelled at Lindsey, "Sic 'em on Hannah!" Since I figured everybody in the whole school hated her. Well, most of the people in this group did, apparently, because they all headed off to go find and sacrifice her. "Hey, where's Martine? And Kristin, and Matt?" I asked. "I dunno," she said, obviously not caring. "Well, should we go look for 'em, or go after the pheasant, Lindsey?" "Oh, they'll be all-right." "And Amber?" "She left! Who cares?" "But what if THEY got them!? Any resistance whatsoever is all the excuse they need to kill them!" Lindsey, untrue to her character, wasn't upset about this. Instead of showing even the slightest concern for their souls, she just said "Let's get going" and drug me off down the hall. We went to Lindsey's locker to fetch her home exorcism kit. (Cross, exorcism manual, holy water, and, her personal addition, a knife.) Then we cautiously walked up the hallway, well, I cautiously walked, while Lindsey skipped along singing "We're off to slay the pheasant" (to the tune of "We're off to see the Wizard."). I don't know what scared me more, the pheasant, or her reaction to the situation. When we got to Mr. Schwartz's room we discovered that the pheasant was gone. We turned around to head out the door and, unlike what anyone would expect to happen in a horror story, we walked through it. So we continued to wander the dark halls, not knowing what we'd find next. We looked inside every classroom and storage closet. And just as we were searching the media center, "Dammit the flashlight died!" "Aww." "Hey, what's that sound?" "Hold your breath, Emily." "Lindsey?" "Yeah?" "Run!"

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