Inheriting Murder

             I woke up. I didn't open my eyes. I didn't want to. Natasha smiled in spite of herself. Remembering yesterday, who wouldn't? The way Marry Anne fell in that fountain in the mall after Billy pushed her, then Beth pushed Billy, and I ended up the only dry one, now that was hilarious. Giving up to the sunrays that were shining in my room, I opened my eyes.
             This isn't my room. I've never been here before! Well, until now. Yet somehow the room seemed familiar. Natasha couldn't explain how. She was about to explore the room when someone came in.
             "I've got your favorite! Waffles with chocolate sauce and ice-cream!"
             Natasha felt dizzy all of a sudden. Who is this guy? How does he know me? How did he know that Waffles with chocolate sauce is my favorite? Where am I? Why does it all seem familiar?
             "What?" I asked. I was dazed. His baggy cloths and spiky blond hair suited his mystical gray eyes. He looked familiar. Can he be in my sisters University? Impossible!
             "Yesterday you had a problem, we talked about it, and now it's solved. Spill."
             "YESTERDAY?" I asked. I was too shocked and confused to form a sentence.
             "But, but, but, yesterday...I was.... We were.... They were...." And that's when I blacked out.
             My head was sore. I couldn't think. Heck, I couldn't even make sure that yesterday was actually yesterday. People above me were arguing. It sounded like:
             "You poisoned her with the French Toast!"
             "Drop it, Katie! They were Waffles. And she isn't dead!"
             They suddenly stopped arguing when they noticed that I was looking at them with wide eyes. I wasn't even sure what color my eyes were. Things were such a mess. Then, out of the dark corner of this room appeared Beth, my best friend! I looked at her in disbelief. What the hell is she doing? What the hell was I doing here? She leaned over the bed I was in, she put her hand on mine. "Are you ok?" she asked. I shook my head. "How can I be ok? Tell me! These wackos are ...

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