i'm pretty much out of memes so let me just... 

spoil basically everything, but with no context

((most of them are related to the killer, but "most" is not "all"))

okay thanks for coming to my ted-talk

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They didn't spend very long on the balcony. They really tried, but...

They got a really major wake up call when they saw Lance leaned over the railing, throwing up onto the ground from the second story.

They should probably leave.

Lance had forced them all to not say anything to Wyatte, Sam, or Evan. Lucia, Aisha, and Arthur had all agreed, mostly in an act of pity.

So, the group reunited.

Aisha winced as she stepped into the main room. She could feel the awkwardness coming from the trio in waves.

"What..." It seemed Lucia could, too. "What happened?"

Nothing looked quite out of place, but everything felt that way.

"Nothing--!" Evan's voice was higher than usual, and that's when Aisha concluded that something most definitely happened. She didn't really care though, so long as it didn't interfere with solving the mystery.

Arthur did not feel the same way. His mouth shot open, and Aisha knew he was ready to demand answers, but Lance quickly leaped into the conversation instead.

"We didn't find anything on the balcony," he said quickly, ignoring the indignant look he got from Arthur, "And I think that's all we can do here. So what's our next plan?"

"I think we should take some time to really go over these journal entries," Lucia said, running her fingers through her dark hair. "We only read the newest one. Maybe, we can come up with a list of suspects. People who she might have ticked off."

Arthur had a very knowing look on his face, while Lucia and Aisha shared a glance. Both went unnoticed by the others.

"Well, who should take the journal with them, then?" Arthur asked.

"I-I can," Sam said, looking around nervously. "I-If no one minds. I'm her--I was her best friend, so it won't be as... suspicious if someone sees that I have her diary. And the... the rest of her stuff, too."

Aisha definitely did not want to let a suspect take the journal home. But she made a good point. No one else seemed to want to argue.

Except for Evan, that was.

"You might pass out again--!" he protested.

"I won't...!"

The siblings proceeded to launch into an argument, getting nowhere very fast.

Lucia started snapping her fingers, "Hey...! Calm down, both of you. Evan, if you're really that worried, just be near her when she reads it. And Sam, carry a pillow on you or something. Just stop arguing."

Evan clearly wanted to continue the argument, but Aisha guessed he was going to wait until he and Sam got home to do so. Which was fine by Aisha.

After that, they left the house. Probably--or maybe it was hopefully--never to return.

Sam and Evan walked home together. Obviously, as they lived in the same one. Sam has Rosaleen's purse slung over her shoulder. Inside was all of Rosaleen's stuff--including her diary and her phone. 

Not wanting to disturb their parents, Sam and Evan climbed into the window of Sam's bedroom.

"You've done this a few times before, haven't you?" Evan scrunched up his nose at his sister when she said that she'd left her window unlocked.

"Shh!" Sam hissed, pulling the window open.

Evan raised his eyebrows, but didn't say anything else. He climbed in the window, followed by Sam.

Sam closed the window behind her, and turned to face Evan.

"Can you believe that we're really doing this?" she asked quietly, sitting down on her bed.

Evan sat next to her. "Not at all."

"You know, Evan. If you ever decide you want to stop helping me--"

"No...! Definitely not! I'm going to help!"

"Alright. If you're so sure."

They sat in silence for a moment or two, before Sam spoke again.

"You should probably go to sleep, Evan. We DO have school tomorrow."

Evan gave her an expectant look, and didn't move.

"I'm not going to read the diary!"

"Seriously, don't."

"I won't!"

"Okay then."

Evan then stood up and snuck off to his own room.

Once he was completely out of sight, Sam peered into Rosaleen's purse. She pulled the diary out, and flipped it open.

She skimmed.

Sam gasped when she came across one of the entries. No way! It couldn't be--!

Sam read over the page, again and again. No, no, no--

Dearest my dumb-ass diary,

I got into another fight with my brother again. Fucking Adrian, just won't leave me alone. But you know what makes it even worse? 

Sam was over at my house. She saw it all.

I don't even remember what he was arguing with me about. Something about how I needed to stop bringing guys over? Or maybe it was him yelling at me for drinking out of the milk carton--which I do NOT do.

He's just a high school dropout, what the hell does he know? Because he certainly doesn't know me.

Unfortunately, Sam being there also meant she saw me throw one of my mother's glass vases at him. He dodged it--sadly--and bitched me out for it before throwing a textbook at me.

I'm just really fucking pissed off right now. Gonna call Lance and see what he's up to. Or... I wonder if there's any parties going on? Probably not. It's Sunday, after all.

Well, bye-fucking-bye.

Carefully, very carefully, she ripped the page out of the diary.

Then, Sam tore it to pieces.

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spooky, am i right?

lots of... things going on here.

i wanna talk more about them, but i guess i really can't.

hopefully none of my "out-of-context spoilers" were too obvious

next time!

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