Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25326117-20141226031729

So, this is one of my stories. There are a few versions I made concerning this story. I am terrifying about posting this story, because it might be deleted or it could be seen as reprehensible. The story originally was based off of some nightmare that I had, apparently about these two girls that have their own website dedicated to showing their victims being killed off. I really hope that Kayla Reed, Octavia Grey, and Mally Koward aren't rip-offs of Jeff the Killer.

The title is 'WeKill.com,' but the original was called 'Popular.'

www.WeKill.com

Octavia Grey's Personal Blog

9:56 pm

“I can barely write, man, my body is so fidgety. It's been a year since my sixteen-year-old sister, Jordan died. I don't miss her any bit! I am also glad that my two older sisters: Victoria and Teresa are now out of the house. I am just stuck sharing the same bedroom with my insipid three sisters: Nika, Pastel and Maggie.”

“I'll tell you a little about myself. I am 5'4", so I am basically the shortest person in both my extended and immediate family.  I feel so light-headed right now, but having a weak constitution sure has it's pros.  I get to hack into the family computer through my cellphone.  All of my six sisters are really stupid, because they make their passwords, usernames and security questions way too easy!  Plus, I have a lot of time on my hands.”

“Dad is always at work and mom is too ditzy to know how handle her girls. She is always driving my older sisters to games, school, clubs, and anything outside the home. I am lucky that I am the only one that is home-schooled. Mom and dad think I am too weak to go to school, so they pretty much spoil me, because they believe I might have a seizure at any moment.”

“COUGH!”

“I think I have a frog in my throat. Stupid cold, why did Nika have to come home from her football game with a dreaded cold. I barely can type this as my eyes keep going out of focus and my hands burning up. I still have bad memories about Kayla Reed, Mally Koward, and my lousy, older sister, Jordan. I don't miss her diary, but I just wish these night terrors would end. Maybe, this is God punishing me as usual! Heh, only a moron believes in God!”

“My three sisters managed to get up earlier than I did and they were hogging our bedroom's bathroom as normal. Why did mom and dad think it was a good idea for me to share a room with these morons?! I mean, they didn't even bother to use a condom when they brought all of us into this absurd world. I abhor them for that! My parents just like my sisters are all careless, brain-dead buffoons when it comes to caring for a single one of ours' feelings. Great, what was I talking about diary? I don't remember. I gotta go!”

“I managed to copy down that blog from my sister's diary. She was so paranoid that I'd hack into her private blog, which she had good reason to. Jordan kept her red diary hidden underneath a floorboard, which sat beneath her bed. She didn't know that I feigned sickness, so Kayla and Mally could sneak back into my house. The gullible fool!”

“We talked for what seemed like an eternity. The three of us spoke about getting rid of annoying Jordan. You should have seen the looks on their faces when I showed them my sister's blog. They were both irate and joyful.”

“We strategized and they left just before anybody returned home.”

10:19 pm

“I sat in front of my Apple’s computer tonight or rather July 14th at 12:31 am and I read through one of my sister’s blogs.

She wrote, “I can't believe my little sister. What a freak! How could she invite those bitches over to our house?! I didn't even know that Koward and Reed knew where I lived. My sisters and me all go to different schools, so I thought there was no way that they would know where I lived. I'm scared shitless, especially since both of them put on their usual 'angel' act. Mom and dad just totally bought it; I am glad that Octavia was asleep upstairs and my other sisters were out. I don't need those other dunces making things worst!”

The date that the blog was published just a little after five in the afternoon of yesterday. I continued reading through her silly blog, “I'm sorry diary, but I have to go. Mom is calling and if I don't reply she'll flip. Dad already went to work his night shift at his other job. Those bitches already left, their excuse for leaving was pretty unbelievable.”

I released a quiet chuckle as to not disturb my sleeping sisters. I turned my phone off as I recalled mom yelling for Jordan to hurry up. She hastily logged off the computer and ran down the stairs.

I just read another of my sister’s blogs from July 15th, which was posted at 6:25 pm. This one was quite comical. She wrote, “I've always been a loser. I've always been the worst in academics. I've always been the worst in athletics. I've always been the worst in looks. Heck, I've even been the worst in personal situations.”

“My sisters always tell me, 'Oh, look there comes the ugly duckling.'  I am really tired of their teasing, but what I am about to write is not about those bitches. Yeah, I called them that. Gosh, I am just so mad right now that I wish I could punch a wall. However, one of my sisters might tattle on me if I do. So, that's why I won't risk it.”

“What was I talking about again? Oh, yeah, now I remember. Those two popular girls at school: Kayla Reed and Mally Koward. Gosh, I hate those devils. Everybody thinks they are angels, but I know the truth about them.”

“I am going to tell a little information I dug up on them. Kayla and Mally are actually serial killers. How do I know this, you are probably asking. It's quite simple, they killed my best friend. I'll start from the beginning since I have a hard time keeping things in order due to how stupid I am. Hopefully, my younger sister, Octavia doesn't hack into my private blog again. Why am I so easily distracted?!”

“Mally Koward and Kayla Reed are pretty much your stereotypical popular snobs. Mally has long, wavy, burgundy hair and baby blue eyes. She has such a dark tan that she loves to show off, everybody thinks she's hot, because of it, but I just think she looks like an Oompa Loompa. She always pretends to be nice to us, dorks, but whenever there is trouble; she is quick to blame us. Oh, did I forget to mention that her father is a wealthy bachelor and running for mayor in this decrepit city?”

“Silly me, I forget quite easily. I guess, if Leah were here. She would probably cheer me up. Those stupid jerks, why did they have to choke her like that?! Worst off, why did they have to post this on their stupid website?! I tried getting the cops to take it down, but Kayla's deranged father is the chief of police, so it is nearly impossible. Kayla Reed is pretty much the school genius.”

“She has emerald-green eyes that she got from the prescription contacts her eye doctor gave her. Her hair is very thin and very straight that she loves running her comb through it everyday in class. Her skin is always flawless, not even a single blemish tarnishes it. And, she dates the principal's son.”

“I thought they were just bullies until I checked out their website, thanks to Octavia's hacking. I don't know what to say. I am speechless. I'm thinking about getting back at those bitches today after I finish this blog. I hate those girls!”

“Leah Baxter was my best friend and she was only targeted, because Kayla's boyfriend talked to her in the halls of our high school one day. That day I’ll never forget, because Kayla leaps from behind one of the lockers and tackles Leah to the the ground. I had to literally drag that beast off of my friend. I got a bloody nose due to her elbowing me in the face as she tried so desperately to attack my lavender-haired, Leah Baxter again.”

“After that damn day, Leah was so scared to walk home alone. She asked me to walk her home constantly, which I gladly did. I didn't want those freaks beating her up again.”

“A silver Honda drove passed us with several drunk athletes from our school. They howled and whistled at my friend. I told them to buzz off!”

“I just seemed to anger them as they stopped their car and threw beer bottles at us. Thankfully, none of those glass bottles hit us.Other than the drunk football players, everything was okay. Me and Leah parted ways that one day once we arrived at her house. She complained about all the homework she had to do. Gosh, how she could carry those many textbooks in her itty-bitty, beige backpack is beyond me. I left her house, stomped upstairs to my bedroom that I share with my six annoying sisters and started on my homework.”

I continued on reading my sister’s last blog that was posted on July 16th at 3:14 pm. She had wrote, “It wasn't until today that I found out that Leah didn't come to class today. It wasn't until after lunch that the principal announced that my friend, Leah had drowned in her own bathtub that day. We had a moment of silence, but I could hear Kayla sniggering.”

“I tried tackling those girls in the school, but the teachers got involved. The teachers always take their side! So, I ended up getting detention. Man, my mom is going to kill me!“

“I am glad that I at least did some harm. Maybe, she would be afraid of me now. Nope, that wasn't the case at all. In fact, after I discovered my friend's murder on their website, they made a separate video where they said, "Hey Jordan, if you are watching this, we have three words for you: 'you are next.'”

Jordan kept updating her blog as she trudged through the murky puddles to Kayla Reed’s mansion. This is what my arrogant sibling had written, “I don't care if it is raining. I don't care if I am not wearing a rain coat or carrying an umbrella. Kayla Reed and Mally Koward have gone to far. I managed to break into my dad's gun safe. It was really hard and I don't remember how I managed it.”

“Those girls are as good as dead, now! Hahahaha, hey Leah, if you're listening. I am gonna avenge you, I promise.”

“That memory of Leah’s last dying breaths flashed through my head as Kayla's dad shot that small handgun through my skull. I fell backwards on the staircase for what seemed like forever.”

"No, stop!” I shrieked as he shot more bullets through my forehead.”

“I fell to the floor and watched as blood turned into a puddle beneath my injured forehead. Kayla snorted as her father descended the staircase that I laid in front of and shot me several times more. That was when I blacked out.”

“I decided to check out Kayla’s blog before I watched the video.”

11:16 pm

Kayla had written, “That loser thought she could just waltz on in to my mansion. Boy, that loser, Jordan Grey sure had a lot coming to her. She tried pointing that awful handgun at me, but daddy saved me. Daddy put several bullets through that loser's head. Daddy got ready for his speech at the town hall, he left me alone with that loser.”

“Good thing, Mally is coming over. She is going to be so thrilled about the video we have planned. Our website is going to be a hit. I can't wait to pull daddy's tie around that loser's throat and Mally to record it. Mally is pretty nifty with technology. So, I am sure our viewers are going to get a kink out of our latest video. I am glad Jordan's sister, Octavia told us about what her loser sister was up too.”

“Octavia is going to be so happy about having one less loser sister to worry about.” She ended with her usual catchphrase, Ciao for now, losers!”

12:55 am

“I watched the video that Kayla and Mally posted on their website. It was very comical. I watched the video while my sisters were away school and my parents were at work. My family was too naive to take away my phone. Even if they did take it away from me, they wouldn't be able to get into my personal blog.”

“I saw Kayla and Mally the other day. I couldn't wait till my entire family perished in the house fire we had planned. I already had my escape from the house planned out. I just didn't need Mally and Kayla to turn traitor on me. If they did, I had my ways of making them pay!” 