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MidReal Story
Deceitful Hearts at Echo High
Anonymous
Jan 11
Scenario:Scarlet, who is a senior student at Echo High, falls in love with a freshman. The love grew stronger with every touch but in reality, the freshman was lying to her. Sleeping with other people and calling scarlet her best friend. In the end scarlet was obsessed with her to the point that she killed her. Scarlet doesn’t remember anything and thinks the freshman went missing after they didn’t show up to school. Now scarlet is forced to be investigated by the police, without knowing the truth.
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Detective Jameson
investigating detective, interacts with Scarlet and Emily's family, rugged with sharp features, determined and insightful.
Emily Carter
freshman student, deceives Scarlet, short blonde hair, blue eyes, manipulative and secretive.
Scarlet Monroe
senior student, in love with the freshman, long auburn hair, green eyes, passionate and naive.
I was in love.
In my defense, I didn’t know she was a freshman when we met.
I was nineteen and thought she was the same age as me.
I met her at the local coffee shop I frequented every morning before going to class.
She sat at the table next to me, and I couldn’t help but look at her when I heard her order a latte.
She had short blonde hair and piercing blue eyes.
I thought she was beautiful, but not beautiful enough to risk being rejected in front of my friends.
Plus, I was there with my boyfriend at the time.
I decided to ignore her and check my phone for any new messages or emails.
About twenty minutes later, when I was getting up to leave, she touched my arm and asked if I could spare some change.
I sit back down, curiosity piqued by her boldness.
The coffee shop's aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods envelops us as we settle in for a chat.
Emily smiles, her blue eyes glinting with mischief as she accepts my offer.
Her smile is infectious, and I find myself mirroring it, my cheeks warming up.
We exchange small talk, her voice smooth and inviting, like a gentle summer breeze on a hot day.
She mentions she's new in town, and I find myself drawn to her charm, my interest piqued.
As we chat, I notice the way she leans in, her attention focused solely on me, her eyes never wavering.
The coffee shop buzzes around us, the hiss of steam, the clinking of cups, and the murmur of hushed conversations creating a background hum.
But I'm lost in our conversation, the world outside our little bubble fading away.
When I offer to walk her to class, she hesitates for a moment, her brow furrowing slightly.
Then, a slow smile spreads across her face, and she agrees, her voice barely above a whisper.
We leave together, her hand brushing mine as we exit into the bustling street.
The bright sunlight is a shock after the cozy dimness of the coffee shop, and I squint, feeling a sense of excitement building up inside me.
As we walk side by side, the sound of our footsteps echoes off the pavement, punctuated by the occasional chime of a bicycle bell or the rumble of a passing car.
I steal glances at Emily, taking in the way her blonde hair catches the sunlight, highlighting the subtle layers and texture.
She catches me looking and raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes.
I feel my face heat up again, but I don't look away, instead holding her gaze for a moment before breaking into a sheepish grin.
Suddenly, Emily's phone rings, shrill and insistent, breaking the spell between us.
She glances at the screen, her expression shifting from amusement to something unreadable.
"It's my brother," she says, her voice tinged with an edge of urgency.
"I should take this; there's something I need to tell you after."
Here is the next part of the story:
As we strolled down the sidewalk, Emily's phone call ended abruptly.
Her demeanor shifted from playful to tense, like a storm cloud suddenly blocking the sun.
I noticed her eyes darting around, scanning the street with an intensity that made me uneasy.
"What's wrong?" I asked, but she just shook her head, dismissing my concern with a curt gesture.
We continued walking, the air thick with unspoken words, like a heavy fog that clung to our skin.
The sound of our footsteps echoed off the pavement, punctuated by the occasional chime of a bicycle bell or the rumble of a passing car.
Suddenly, a loud screech echoed behind us, making me jump.
I turned to see a car veering off course, heading straight for us with a reckless abandon that sent my heart racing.
Emily's hand shot out, shoving me aside with unexpected force, like a reflex born of instinct.
I stumbled onto the grass, my palms scraping against the rough blades as I struggled to regain my balance.
The car sped past, narrowly missing us, its tires squealing in protest as it careened back onto the road.
Emily stood frozen, her face pale and unreadable, like a statue carved from marble.
Her eyes were fixed on something behind me, her gaze so intense it seemed to bore into my skin.
