*Arielle* DEREK! MADDIE! Derek is sitting behind the wheel in shock at the person he just hit while Maddie is frantically waving at me to get in the car. On impulse, I walk over to Fake Sandy and wipe the blade clean on her clothes before rushing to get in the back seat. As I jump into the back seat, I yell, “WHAT THE HELL ARE Y’ALL DOING HERE?!” At the same time, Maddie screeches. “ARIELLE, ARE YOU OKAY?!” And Derek shakes off his initial shock and looks in the rear-view mirror. “WHAT IS HAPPENING?!” I shake my head. “Not here.” Derek nods and starts driving. Nearly thirty minutes later, the shocks of the night has started to wear off. “We need to find a p

