-1As she was driving through a ghetto neighborhood, Lila noticed Jessica trying to hide behind a light pole at the end of the street. Unfortunately her sparkling aqua eyes and long silky blond hair could not be masked.

Lila pulled over and parked.

"Jess what are you doing?"

Jessica rolled her eyes. "Isn't it obvious? I was looking for Liz but that got boring. Now I'm skulking around in the shadows waiting for someone to walk by and disclose a terrible secret that I can later use in my scheming to give myself an advantage and ruin the lives of innocent people."

"You're right. It will happen sooner or later. We're overdue for a deep dark secret, a murder or an airplane crash…or maybe all three," Lila mused, twirling her Gucci bag. "Mind if I join you?"

Jessica sighed. "If you must." Stupid Lila, always trying to one-up her.

"What are you doing?" a passerby asked Margo who was sitting in the bushes shaving her legs with a knife and grinning manically.

"I'm skulking in the shadows waiting for someone to murder. Then I plan to frame some innocent person for their death. Would you like to join me?"

The young man shrugged. "That's okay… it looks like much more fun over there," He gestured to Jessica.

He walked over to join Jessica and Lila. Margo scowled, then she realized she was sitting on a sign. It said "Good Friends on it!"

Margo chuckled. "Friends, I'll show them friends."

Jessica wrinkled her nose, struggling to hold onto her veneer of politeness when all she wanted to do was scream at them to find their own light poles.

Another guy walked down the street, saw Margo and made the same decision as the first young man. Margo started grinding her teeth. Why was it always Jessica? Why didn't anyone want to play with her? Even the Albino Dwarf with burn scars and a lazy eye had turned her down!

Now there were almost ten people up there trying to camouflage themselves behind the light pole. Someone had started selling refreshments. That lemonade looked cool and refreshing, but Margo couldn't afford to jeopardize her murder plot.

Elizabeth walked out of the house, looking like she'd lost her best friend, pausing only to French kiss a tall man that she called "Adam". Through the open door, the sound of chanting and barking could be heard and mystical blue smoke drifted out.

"What are you doing here, Liz?" Todd asked angrily making another of his sudden, coincidental appearances. "Is that your new boyfriend?"

"Oh Todd," Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "He isn't, he's my master. Our relationship is totally platonic when I dance naked in front of him for the glory of God."

"Look, Todd's accusing Liz of cheating on him again!" Someone cried from behind the light post. Everyone else looked bored. Some began to mutter amongst themselves about going home.

"You didn't even notice I joined the cult because I always look boring and dress like a Victorian schoolmarm!" Elizabeth told him smugly. "You had no idea! Did you?"

"Uh no…" Todd replied. "But you always have me, Liz! Well unless of course you get fat or I find myself a slutty redhead." He started counting on his fingers. "And-"

The doors opened again and tears of betrayal sprang up in Elizabeth's beautiful aqua eyes. She glared at the doorway, interrupting him. "I thought I had a special place to go. But it hasn't been mine since they came!"

Ned Wakefield and Prince Albert stepped out into the yard.

"Oh prince Albert," Ned remonstrated, sounding forlorn as they walked down the street. "I wish you could stand on two feet like a human being, then you would be able to look me in the eyes."

"Let's go over here, Todd."

"Why?" Todd whined.

"You're talking too quietly, how is anyone going to overhear our fight while you're standing in the middle of the street?"

Todd and Elizabeth inched closer to the light post. "How could you do this to me, Liz?"

"It just happened so fast, Todd."

The people behind the light post started booing and yawning. Some of them mentioned going home. "Get some new material!" Someone else shouted.

They had been sitting there for an hour. Somebody had spiked the lemonade. Jessica thought it smelled familiar. It made her think of Sam as she took great gulps of it. Everyone became falling down drunk and stumbled away in search of their cars.

James pulled his car up to the side of the house. It had taken a long time to find her, but that was definitely Jessica trying to French kiss that light post. As James parked the car, Jess passed out, embracing it.

Margo jumped from the bushes! "Haha! Got ya!"

"Margo!"

"Are you sure I'm Margo?"

James rolled his eyes. "Your knife is dripping blood all over the place."

"Sorry!" Margo's cheeks felt hot. "How inconsiderate of me." she pulled out a handkerchief and frantically wiped the blade clean. How embarrassing.

"Slob!" James taunted her. He figured he might as well sacrifice himself by distracting Margo so Jessica could be saved. But why? He'd known Jessica less than a month, it truly puzzled him. It actually sounded kind of stupid. Why had he left San Francisco and the comfort of the gay bars? He scratched his head, pondering this as Margo slit his throat.

Margo hurriedly dragged James's body into the bushes as Elizabeth and Todd came back around the front of the house after a nauseating make-up session. Elizabeth stopped and stared at the grass. Margo realized she'd forgotten her bloody knife.

"It must be Jessica's," Todd remarked.

Liz shook her head in disgust. "Does she ever clean up after herself? She's always borrowing my clothes and bleeding all over them!"

"No! My favorite knife!" Margo's eyes widened with horror as Elizabeth gingerly took the knife at threw it in the jeep. As Todd tossed Jessica in the back of the jeep after it, Margo's arms reached out, hands grasping but she wouldn't allow herself to leave her hiding place.

Margo spit out her gum and replaced it with her thumb.

Something about the murder made her feel empty. Why? Killing had always made her so happy before. It had been that way since kindergarten when she used to draw all those stick figures spurting crayon blood and try to staple her hands to the table.

Then Margo realized the raspy voice hadn't spoken to her in 5 hours. "Why won't you speak to me anymore? Tell me what I did wrong! I'll fix it! I can change! Please come back!" Margo begged, falling to her knees. "I love you!"