YAY A Fellow Shipper

YAY a fellow shipper

I watched Abigail a few days ago. And it's already been a while since the movie came out.

Soo.. am I the only one that ships Joey & Lazar? Like deadass, I have yet seen anyone talk about them??

I was going crazy for THAT scene 😭

-There was a brief moment where she looked captivated by him when he kissed her hand.

- The way he looks at her when he went to kiss her hand.

- The eye contact!!

- The size difference of their hands!! man's got BIG hands (matthew is 6'2 yall)

- I just know Lazar lowkey was a bit jealous of Joey and Abigail's bond.

- Judging from her stance, Abigail was ready to throw hands with her own father to protect Joey.

- So yeah, he was shooked by this revelation and so, him kissing Joey's hand was probably a sign of respect and appreciation for her kindness towards his daughter.

Mostly respect, though. She did, for a moment, almost turned his own daughter against him. Judging from his reaction, this probably never happened before. I definitely see him changing his ways and starts being with Abigail more often.

Anyway, so yeah, Lazar and Joey have so many potential storylines. I could see Lazar grew curious and maybe even a sense of.. longing. He wanted to know about her more.

- It could be Lazar starting to care for Joey through discreetly supporting her financially. Maybe he pays for her meds, her son's school, etc.

-It could be Lazar offering her a job within his empire.

-It could be about Abigail missing Joey one day. And Abigail's birthday is coming soon. So Lazar, being a dad that he is, invites Joey to the party.

Plisss yall anyone with a writing skill of a god, pliss write something about these two 😭 I'm losing my mind.

Just got tickets!!!!!!

Hello everyone,

I just want to say that in October, I will be experiencing my first concert. Said concert is part of the Panic at the Disco Viva Las Vengeance Tour. I am so excited because my mother will be with me.

That is me today after I purchased two tickets.

Writing what I am feeling.

Has anyone felt disappointed when it is their birthday? I will be turning 20 years old, just to point out. I mean, my birthday is on Friday and I wanted to spend time with my friends since my family is either at work or school during the day. But none of my friends are free until later in the afternoon. I mean, I understand that they have school or work, it's just I haven't seen them for half a year.

So I plan to either go to one of the malls that are near me or I will stay at home and watch movies throughout the day. Also, have you ever hated a restaurant that you yearly go to, because they don't take reservations after a certain time. I will not name the restaurant, but me and my family would go there on my birthday since 2015 or 2016, and was going to go there this year. But when my mother called (she called twice but got the same answer), she was told that they didn't take reservations after 4:30 pm because they; the restaurant, didn't want it to be crowded when people come in. So basically, they want to give up guaranteed revenue in exchange for the revenue from whoever comes into the restaurant. So my father decided we are not going there. He talked with a friend of his who works at a pub that allows minors up until 9 pm. So we would probably be going there.

Sorry, I had to vent, I hope that was okay. I realized that as I get older my birthdays will be disappointing because people I know will be busy and that is okay. I am very understanding, we are adults, we have responsibilities, I get that. I just hate being alone on my birthday. Hope y'all are doing well.

Sincerely,

Hannah S.

That is just fucking disgusting. I am horrified by this.

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Hannah Summerhalder (@HannahSummerhalder)

Born and Raised in Portland, Oregon. McDaniel High School graduate (aka Madison High School) 2017-2021. Loves reading...

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02/09/2022: I have now posted two things on fictionpress.

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Chapter 1: Five Hours Before Death

"AMELIA!" My boss exclaimed as he walked over to my desk.

"Yes, sir, do you need something?" I say while still looking at my computer.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I need you to tell me about my agenda for this afternoon," he says urgently while looking at his watch.

"Ah well, sir, you have a one-thirty meeting with one of the board of directors and a six o'clock dinner reservation with the misses" I told my boss while looking up at him.

My boss looks at me and says, "Before I leave for my one-thirty, I need you to come to my office; I need to speak to you about something urgent. Got it."

"Yes, sir, I understand," I say, confirming it.

'What does he want to tell me? Oh, I hope it isn't what I found out a few days ago,' I thought as I looked back at my computer. Two days ago, I found out that my boss: Nicholas Anderson, had an illegal import business up and running. And in turn, he paid the mayor to keep quiet about everything. I shook those thoughts out of my head, focusing on my work.

Time flies by and now it is twelve-thirty. I get up from my desk and head to Mr. Anderson's office on the next floor above. Walking over to the sliver elevator doors, you press one of the buttons on the wall next to the doors. The doors open, and you step in, turning around while the doors shut, pressing the button heading up to the next floor. Hearing the irritating music blaring into the rectangular box, the doors open; indicating, that I am on the next floor.

Walking up to his door, I knock, telling him that I am there. "Come in," Mr. Anderson said. I open the door and walk into his office. Noticing a few pictures of his family here and there, he looked up from his computer.

"Ah, excellent timing Ms. Cameron; I was about to call you up," Mr. Anderson said as he pushed himself up from his black leather chair, making eye contact with you.

"May I ask what this is about; you made it seem crucial," I said looking curious but deep down I know what he may say.

"Uh, yes, I know that you found about my uh business. I must warn you if you tell the authorities or anyone for that matter, you might not get to be forty. Am I clear?" Mr. Anderson says

"Ye-ss, sir-r," I said, fear plastered onto my face.

"Good, then you may leave." I placed my hands onto the arms of the chair, pushed my legs up, feeling the pressure of standing. I leave the room and head back downstairs, thinking of what he was saying.

The day went by faster than the flash himself, a mixture of colors; pinks, oranges, and yellows stating that the sun is setting within the west. Shutting everything down and grabbing my purse and coat. I look down at my watch; which looks like it is from the nineties, and it reveals that it is 8:50 p.m. 'Huh has it been five hours already; who would have thought' I left the gray building and straight to my 1999 navy blue chevy corvette. I slammed the car door closed as I sat down in the driver's seat. I took out my keys from my purse so that I could start the engine. My keys have two keychains attached to them; one of them is a Slytherin crest, the other is a Gryffindor crest. I placed the keys into the ignition and turned it. The engine roared to life, I got strapped in and I reversed back into the parking lot to head the main road.

It did not take long for Amelia to get to her apartment. She pulled into the parking lot outside the complex, making sure she did not touch the curb, she turned off the engine and took the keys out of the ignition. She grabs her purse, slips her hand into door handle to open it. The door opens and she steps out into the crisp cold air. She steps onto the sidewalk and looks back to her car. Her car was shining from the light created by the lamp post. The wind blowing against her skin, the hair on her skin standing up and she gets a shiver crawling down her spine. Amelia did not pay attention to the ever-growing feeling within the pit of her stomach as she started climbing the stairs to the second floor.

I got to the top of the stairs of the second floor. I walked down the hallway a little bit to reach my apartment. It was about five minutes of walking; I reached my apartment: number 4. I looked over to my right and saw the door where my neighbor Minerva Barnes lives. 'She is such a sweet woman' I thought as I grabbed my keys to unlock the door. I got my keys into the lock, and I unlocked the door. As I was stepping into my apartment, I am suddenly overwhelmed with a sense of dread; like I should not have entered the apartment. Due to the lights not working, it gave me an eerie and creepy feeling to the atmosphere of the apartment.

It kept getting stronger as I took off my coat, my shoes, and when I placed my keys into the tray. I turn around and locked the door. I went into the kitchen, grab a small glass from one of the cabinets, and went over to the sink to get water. Placing the glass down, I went to turn the faucet on when everything went black. What I did not know right now was that my time to pass on had come.

Opening my eyes, I squint at the moonlight shining through the teal curtains. I tried to move but could not. I looked down and saw my hands were bounded. I turned my head so that I can see my feet, turns out my feet were also bounded.

"I wouldn't do that if I was you" someone said while standing in the shadows.

"Who are you? Why are doing this?" I asked fear rising within me.

"Did you really think he wouldn't know that you were gathering evidence to give to the police? I mean, Mr. Anderson knew that you knew about the business, so he made an educated guess, and what do you know he was right after all." The figure said while chuckling slightly. 

Fear took ahold of me once I realized what he was talking about. You see, I have been gathering up evidence on my boss. Apparently, he has been bribing the mayor to cover up his import business. I look back at the figure wondering who they are. 

"Who are you?" I asked as I stare into the shadows. 

"That is unimportant lady" he said while pulling something out of his pockets. I couldn't tell what it was, but the feeling grew even more stronger as it was before. The figure then walks out of the shadows. His body was slightly brightened but you couldn't make out his face. 

Since you now have a semi-clear view of the man, you notice that he had a Glock 19 9mm Compact. Your grandparents taught you how to hunt and when you were older you went to the shooting range, so you know different types of guns. You watch as he loads ammo into the gun. You look back at the curtains taking in the light of the moon. Hearing footsteps behind you, you realize that the man had walked up to you from behind. 

'This is it; this is how I go out, huh' I thought as I felt the gun was placed on the back of my head. I opened my mouth tasting salt, which meant tears. I was so scared I didn't realize that I was crying. The tears were flowing down my face at a rapid pace as the man pulled the trigger.

**BANG**

Amelia fell to the ground as blood flows out of her head. Blood spatters across the lightly colored walls and floors turning them crimson red. The man walks towards an open window. Putting the gun back into his pocket, the man got up onto the windowsill. The man looked back at the body, blood pooling around her and glistening in the moonlight. The wind blowing steadily as the man jumped out of the window and onto the pavement below. Walking away from the crime the man had just committed, he wore a sadistic smile on his face.