THIS STORY IS PURE FICTION! IF YOU ARE NOT INTO VIOLENCE AND STUFF, I SUGGEST THAT YOU DON’T READ IT. ALSO, SAME FOR ALL THOSE WHO HAVE A FULL STOMACH! I’M SERIOUS!
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THE PSYCHO FAN

She looked through the Bop and BB magazines. When she saw all their pictures, she angrily tore them into pieces. She hated them; she hated them all. The curly blond hair one was the worst. He’s the group’s heartthrob. The main link. The attraction. The favorite. She hated the group for being so famous. She hated them. The pictures were all ripped and were dumped into a metal trashcan. She lit a match, threw it in the trashcan. She watched as the paper burned, piece by piece. ‘They will pay for copying them. They will pay.’ She thought.

~*~*~

Lauren walked into the studio with her friend Darla. They were visiting their boyfriends.
Lauren approached her boyfriend. To her surprise, he was wearing a pink dress. His usual blond spiky hair was covered with a blond wig. Darla stiffed a giggle when she saw her boyfriend in a halter-top.
Lauren tapped the blonde’s shoulder. “Excuse me, miss. I am looking for my boyfriend. Have you seen him?” she asked, hiding a smile.
The blond turned around and grinned. “Lauren!” he exclaimed, giving his girlfriend a kiss.
“Excuse me, but do I see two girls kissing?” another girl walked into the room. She walked up beside Darla, who was still laughing at her boyfriend, dressing up as Sporty Spice.
“Yea Tara. Lauren is kissing Baby Spice, and Ginger Spice is kissing you.” The guy said before he swept her off her feet with his kiss.
Darla walked up to Justin. “Hey Mel.” She said.
Justin turned around. “Hey Darla!” he said, giving her a kiss and a hug.
JC and Chris smiled. Their girlfriends will be coming the next day. Watching Joey, Justin and Lance so happy is the best feeling in the world.

~*~*~

*****FLASHBACK*****

“That’s my crayon!” she screamed.
“I just want to borrow it! Learn to share!” the little girl replied.
“NO! This is my crayon!” she screamed again.
“Please share with Katie.” The teacher said.
“Shut up!”
“Don’t you talk to me like that young lady!”
“I am not going to listen to you!”
“That’s it!” the teacher yelled, grabbing the blue crayon out of her hand and handing it to the girl. “You are going to share.”
“And you two are going to pay.” She said.

She watched as the teacher walked into the bathroom. She followed her and locked the bathroom door behind her. She sneaked into the janitor’s room, and saw the bathroom key. Knowing that it could be useful, she took it. She walked up to her teacher and stabbed her in the chest with the knife that she stole from the school cafeteria. She watched as her teacher fell limply onto the ground, blood surrounding her. She smiled to herself, unlocked the door, and walked back outside.

She found Katie playing on the monkey bars. She climbed up the bars behind her, and pushed her off. Katie’s head banged on a bar, and broke her neck. She watched as Katie fell on to the ground below the monkey bars.

*****END FLASHBACK*****

To be continued......*evil laugh*