Clinton, Washington

It was near December and the ground was already painted white by the snow. School was letting out near the week of Christmas, but was still going on along with the investigation of the murder of Walker, Mona's boyfriend just a few weeks back. She had some jeans on that showed her curves very well and her blonde hair was pulled back into a low side pony tail while her shirt was labeled, 'Pray For Walker'. Her hips and butt swayed back and forth, having almost everyone staring as she strutted down the hall, her shirt just barely showing her stomach.

"Oh, Mona, that is so sweet, your shirt I mean. Im sure we will find his murderer!" A red-head girl prayed before Mona pressed her slim finger to her soft lips. "I hope so. I am sure that we will all pray for him." She said, whimpering and almost crying. The girls all huddle around her and hugged her before a tall man in an officer's suit came up from behind her. "Don't worry Miss, we are on the trail of a suspect." He said, smiling friendly at her before Mona turned around and hugged the police along with the other girls. "I hope you find his murder!" She sobbed, she wailed through-out the hall way as she forced fake tears out.

Yes, soak it all up and then my life will be normal again. She thought as the officer patted her back before the bell rang. She sniffled, wiping her tears from her eyes. "Alright, well good luck with your search..." She said, waving with a sad face on as the officer smiled weakly. "Poor girl. She must've loved him." He said, turning around and lighting up a cig.

Anna watched this display from the shadows, clutching at her sketchbook. Her hood was covering her face, to complete the 'hide from the girls that tease me' effect. She wouldn't move from the spot she was in until Mona Lisa and that group of girls moved. She was the complete opposite of Mona Lisa, sure she was cute. but most people couldn't see that past the dirt that covered her daily. While Mona Lisa strode through the school so confidently, Anna tried her best to stay 'invisible', not wanting to be teased right before Christmas. She made a face when the cop mentioned being on the trail of the suspect Yea...me. She had seen officers following her home on several occasions. Anna shifted slightly as the bell rang. She clutched her sketchpad tighter, looking for her chance to escape unnoticed.

Clinton Downtown. 10:15. December.

Sunlight reached Walker's eyes as he blinked them open and shut. Where... Where am I? he thought to himself, feeling around. It took his a few moments to grasp that he was at a crime scene.

"Excuse me office- Oh. Okay, more important thing to attend to. Right. Like solving who murdered thi--" Walker froze as he turned to the body, which was where he was previously laying. It was a strange image to think of. Looking at yourself. Dead. Surrounded by that yellow crime scene tape. In snow and blood. He turned to his left as a few men started to cover the body and carry Walker into the back of a van.

"Uh..." He frowned. And gave the death no though, "I feel... As fit as a fiddle though. Well, maybe a violin that's a bit on the flat side, but fit as a fiddle no less." He shrugged and looked at his watch, which was frozen to five minutes after the second bell of third period.

"Oh! School. Someone could tell me what's going on there." He nodded, satisfied with his decision as he ignored the snow that he should have been slipping on.

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South Whidbey High School. 10:45. December.

"Uh... Class... Which class am I in...?" Walker rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he stood in the middle of the hallway. "Excuse me, what's the date?" He turned to a teacher, who walked right past him. He stomped his feet and groaned, "I know I'm not exactly the most popular guy, but--... Ooooohh..." A quick montage-like flashback showed him what had happened in the last few hours he was alive. He only needed one word to express his hatred that had started to build up inside him.

"Mona."

Anna saw her chance to 'escape' and walked quickly towards her next class. She passed by a teacher who sent her a nasty look Sigh...all the same, they all hate me for no sound reason at all. She avoided a boy who was standing in front of her, then paused in her stride a few steps later. She looked behind her, thinking she had been imagining things. There was no one there, no boy who looked like he was lost and confused.....and looked exactly like Walker. Imagining things...he can't be here, since they say he is dead....and they think I did it. She looked to the spot a while longer though, feeling as if someone was there. She shrugged and continued to her next class, picking up her pace. Her next class was art, so it didn't truly matter if she was exactly on time-the art teacher wasn't as strict about such things-but she liked being on time anyways.

Mona walked into class, re-applying her make up; she saw Anna as she made her way into the class and she walked after her, and through Walker as she did. She stopped a few feet from Walker and watched as a few girls surrounded Anna. "How could you kill Mona's boyfriend! Your heartless!" One of them said before pushing Anna. "You shouldn't even be allowed at school!" The girls started to gang around her as Mona crossed her arms, preparing for her big save. The teachers and other students didn't do nothing but stare or ignore the problem.

Mona rushed in, pushing the girls away. "You guys! You shouldn't go and blame others! Just because Anna is the prime suspect, doesn't mean she did it!" Mona sobbed as the girls as they started to hug her. "Im sorry Anna, but if you really did kill him, I won't forgive you!" She sobbed onto one girl's shoulder as she glared at Anna. "I hope your happy bitch." The girl scowled, walking Mona to her seat. Clinton tend to have murders through out the main city, most of them having no relations to Mona at all, so no one had ever expected her killing them, and on top of that, she did the murder so good, no one really ever managed to catch her.

Mona walked to her seat as the tears flowed down her face. Suckers. Eat up all of my grief for now. If Anna won't get arrested, maybe I will kill her. She is so unpopular, the officers won't even look into her murder and just think it was suicide. Her thoughts laughed hysterically as she sobbed on the outside.

South Whidbey High School. 12:45. December.

Walker glanced at a nearby clock. So far, no one had even given him half a glance.

Well... Except for Anna. Or maybe that was because of something else... Either way, he needed to do something, he hated just waiting around, even if no one gave him even the slightest amount of attention. Walker jogged out of an open door, thanking one of his classmates as they held it open for someone else. He looked around again, snow, snow, teenagers making out, and snow. Nothing that was out of the ordinary. He shivered, still feeling a bit of the human sense of feeling and wrapped his sweater tighter around him. He walked towards an old oak tree, where he used to happily read his favorite books before he met Mona. He grimaced, he hated thinking of her. Of what they were...

Of how she got away with it all.

He gasped, and shook his head wildly, clearing his head of all thoughts. Isn't hating on someone as a ghost how demons are made? He asked himself, his eyes scanning the nearby school grounds...

Anna took the teasing, as well as being saved by Mona in silence. It was better if she didn't say anything when others teased her, the teachers didn't care anyways. She went to her seat in art class, placing her sketchpad in front of her. Mona Lisa only 'rescued' her to save face, there was no way a popular girl would care squat about someone like Anna. Anna looked through her sketchpad as she thought this, looking at all the drawings she kept in there. She mostly drew pictures of things that caught her eye, like flowers, trees and animals. She had only one picture of a person in her sketchpad...it was of Walker, from a semester ago. She looked at the picture, shielding it from other viewers. The boy she had seen earlier-if only for a few seconds-had looked exactly like her drawing.

Anna closed her sketchpad, shaking her head. It couldn't have been him, he was dead. She stole a peek towards Mona, if she knew that Anna had drawn her boyfriend, she would most likely hurt Anna. Anna drew her sketchpad to herself, protecting it. She had only drawn him that once, he had been under the old oak on the school grounds reading. His expression was one that Anna could have never explained....so she drew him. She had captured his expression perfectly, as well as the rest of his looks. She had at first blushed every time she looked at the drawing, Walker was a good looking boy after all, but he would never had gone for a girl like Anna. This fact had soon killed the blush, and she soon worried about Mona finding out about her drawing...it would be even worse if the cops found out though. They already thought that she had killed him...the drawing would most likely just place that assumption into truth in their minds.

Anna held her sketchpad tighter to herself. She wouldn't let anyone see that drawing, she would get rid of it when she got home tonight. She glanced at the clock, for the first time in a long time she wished school was over with.

Mona glanced over towards Anna as she looked in her sketch book and the teacher started to teach. Class went by smoothly and like a breeze, was over. Mona ran towards the door with her friends. "I have to go some where. I will be in the next class though." Mona whimpered as she walked towards the bathroom; once she was sure that everyone was gone, she made her way outside around the front as she walked near a tree where Walker was. "Oh how funny it is to see their reactions! 'Boo-hoo! Walker! I miss you!'" She mimicked herself and the other girls. "Oh what a bunch of foolish bitches!" She laughed, slapping her knee as she made sure no one was near her.

Mona leaned on the tree and sighed, a smile big and wide that looked peaceful. "I need a smoke." She stated simply before walking back in, and tried to find Anna; making her life miserable would be just as fun as killing her, but then again, torturing her until the girl fainted from pain would be even more fun to Mona. She remembers Walker's death just as if it was a few hours ago. After she slept with him, she woke up and stuffed a pill down his throat that made him paralyzed, what was it now? Oh yes, some foreign drug she got from one of her, 'friends'. Scopolamine. It would paralyzed the body but still allowed the person to breath; almost like a zombie. First, she played baseball with him and then for even more fun, shot him a couple of times with a gun she managed to nab from a drift store. She had to burn the drug and dump the gun in the ocean along with her clothes and everything else she wore that day.

South Whidbey High School. 13:55. December.

"Ugh, how much longer until school ends? Not like it matters. But, still. Whatever." Walker shrugged, passing through the walls of the school into a "warm" classroom. he looked around and spotted Mona. Walking up to her, knowing he wouldn't be seen, made as if he was choking her, that evolved to stabbing, then to out right finger gunshots.

"Well. That got old." Walker shrugged again, and walked out of the room before walking back inside to absorb the lesson the the teacher was chalking up on the blackboard. I forgot that we had homework last night. Wonder if everyone did it... he mused about similar things as he somewhat leaned against the wall...

Anna was fearing the end of class, it was a yet another chance for people to tease her. She hated the teasing, but it was better than the beatings that her father gave her at times. She spared a glance to Mona again, thinking that she would have to be fast to escape whatever the other girl had in store for her. Anna knew that Mona hadn't stopped the teasing from before because she didn't like them doing it. Mona had stopped it, because Mona liked to tease Anna even worse. She looked to the table and groaned softly, sensing that Mona would be especially harsh on her today.