LIZZY'S PLACE*

"What! Who's it?"

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LIZZY'S PLACE*

First class is by 10am today, so Lizzy took her time cooking a large breakfast for herself.

She's currently in the kitchen.

Her parents work in the US, so she lives alone. They only come to visit twice a year.

She has earpiece in her ear, listening to Coldplay as she got the cutting knife.

There's a chicken lap waiting on the cutting board, so she raised the knife high and brought it down on the chicken.

The chicken blood splashed on her face, and she sighed, disgust evident on her face.

"I didn't refrigerate it well? Darn!" She threw the knife at the wall in annoyance, plucking the earpiece out of her ear.

"Or is she the one causing abnormalities? Even in death, she's still a bîtch" she muttered, not bothering to wipe her hand or face as she walked out of the kitchen.

She got her anti epileptic drugs and the anti asthmatic ones, swallowing them without water.

"Been a while since I got stupid asthma attack" she muttered, walking down the corridor to open a room.

It's dark in there, so she turned on the lights

The room is empty, but there's just one thing inside.

It's a perfectly built robot with the face of a guy...

The face of Roonie!

It's covered with expensive glass, and she smiled obsessively as she rubbed the glass.

"How're you doing today, Banks?" She hugged it, pressing a button below it at the same time.

A wardrobe opened on the wall, and stepped in front of it with an insane smile on her lips.

Inside the wardrobe, there's Rue's dead body.

Lizzy's smile widened, almost tearing her lips, then she waved her fingers tauntingly.

"Hi, Rue"

She let out a loud crooked laughter afterwards, bringing down her hand and leaning on the glass.

"I forgot you stopped breathing. You're dead! Courtesy of your brother. Bro got tired of the bullying" She grinned, stepping closer to the wardrobe, but she immediately stepped back, holding her nose.

"Darm it, you now smell? I guess the body preservatives are starting to fade off" she said, shutting the wardrobe.

She went back to Roonie's robot and got a stool which she placed in front of the robot.

She stood on it to match it's height, then she kissed it deeply.

"Yunno what I love most about you apart from your lips?" She said, stroking his face.

A red light peeped on the robot's left wrist, and it came on.

"My height?" It spoke, and Lizzy chuckled, kissing it again.

"Yeah... Your long legs is killing me. Pearl will soon be gone and you'll start looking at me again" she said, and the robot let out a chuckle.

She came down from the stool and opened another wardrobe in the room.

This one contains her disguise... The trenchcoat, scarf and extra large vans which she built by herself.

Her parents run a shoe company in the US, so it was easy for her to build it since she learnt one or two from them.

There's also an umbrella inside the wardrobe.

The one Roonie broke from Pearl at the stadium, she was the one who picked it up and repaired it.

So far Roonie's hand touched it, it's hers.

She smelled the umbrella and sighed, dropping it before leaving the room.

There are cinnamon roots in every corner of the house. She literally decorated the house with it, so the house smells like it.

She was humming excitedly as she made her way back to the kitchen, but then her phone began ringing.

She fished it out and grimaced when she saw it's the coffee woman from campus.

"Why the hell are you calling?" She picked angrily.

"You said if i dropped sedative in Pearl's coffee, you'd pay me, but I'm yet to see your payment. It's dangerous to keep me waiting cos I can tell the school that you drugged your friend and caused the fire" the woman's voice threatened.

Lizzy kept quiet for a while.

"I'll send you in school" she said and hung up, almost smashing the phone.

"Should I just kill her?" She scoffed, walking into the kitchen eventually.

She finished making the breakfast one hour later, and she started playing 'Gasoline' loudly in her MP3 player.

She picked a chicken wing, eating and gliding around the kitchen in jubilation.