Murdered

Alison wakes up to a seagull squaking in the window. Amber is coming to her brand new, four story beach house. 11:36 said her pink Iphone. Amber is coming at 2:00. Alison takes off her Abercrombie pajamas and puts them in the hamper. She shimmeys in her new Hollister bikini. She makes sure she still looks hot. "Still size zero?" she says to herself. She pads out to the beach. It's been five minutes and Alison got two invites to beach party's by two equivalently hot guys. Too bad Alison didn't know that her life was about to change forever. Oh well, let's just watch her suffer.



Where the hell is Amber? It's 2:45! Alison picks up her phone. Amber is speed dial 1.
"Ring... Ring... Ring... Hi this is Amber, and I'm fab! Leave a message at the beep. Oh, and if this is Sally, that creep, go to HELL! Beep!"
"Hey! This is Ali, just wondering where you are. Byeeee!"
A half an hour later, Amber's Mom called.
Me: Hello?
Amber's Mom: Hi, Ali. Is Amber at your beach house? Traffic got bad and Amber and her Dad were only a mile away from your house. Amber said she would walk. She said that she would call when Amber got to your house. Is she there?
Me: Uh, no. I called her some time ago but she didn't answer.
Amber's Mom: This is bad. I will call the police.
Me: And I will look around the area. I know it well.
Amber's Mom: Okay, bye.
Ali put on some short shorts and a cardi. She slipped her feet in flip flops. Whatever, she didn't go in the water in her bikini, she just put her toe in. Ali stepped outside "Amber!?" she called into the empty wind.

One week later, there hasn't been one spotting of Amber. Anywhere.