Date: September 11, 2019. Sara Sarah’s dead body was discovered in the early hours of this morning. She was found on Bear Bottom Road, topless and strangled to death. On her stomach, written in red lipstick, was the word “SORRY.” There is evidence that Sara might have been raped.
September 11, 2019, PINK PERIOD -- The halls of Mary Todd Lincoln --
Athena Caine adjusts her backpack and walks out of the lunch room at Mary Todd Lincoln High School. The halls are flooded with bustling caucausian students, bobbing this way and that way, and everybody is talking about Sara Sarah’s murder.
“Yo, you heard about Sara Sarah, right?” Martin claps Mark on the back of his shoulder as Athena walks by them.
“Grant’s Lady?” Mark turns to him. “What about her?”
“They found her body on Bear Bottom Road this morning. Broad had writing carved right down from her knockers or some shit like that.” Martin nods.
“Damn,” Mark sighs. “And on 9/11? Shit. That’s like being born on Christmas.”
Athena gives Mark a distressed glance and continues down the hall, trying to keep her head down. She holds tightly to her backpack as other white kids bump up against her.
“You,” Paloma shouts at her. “New girl!”
Athena looks over at Paloma, who is standing with Thayer Daniels. Thayer holds out a flier to Athena. “There’s a memorial party tonight for Sara Sarah. Come pay your respects or you’re a total bitch.”
Athena grabs the poster and looks up at them. “A memorial party? She died this morning…”
“You know,” Paloma shakes her head. “I hear she died last night, and then they found her this morning. She was like, bitten by a crocodile or something.”
“Yeah,” Thayer rolls her eyes. “And strangled by a tennis-playing homophobe.”
“I heard that, too, oh my god,” Paloma smiles. She turns back to Athena. “So, like, come to the party because it’s a party. KK?”
“Um,” Athena starts, but Thayer and Paloma walk away from her before she can say anything. She turns back towards them and throws up her hands before continuing down the hall.
“And thanks for handing these out with me,” Thayer nudges Paloma with his shoulder. “Dakota might’ve popped a hemorrhoid if I didn’t have these all dispersed by the end of Pink Period.”
“I got you, girl,” Paloma nudges him back. They come up towards Conner and Margot. “Hey, gay boy,” Paloma hands a flyer towards Conner. “Party tonight.”
“I’m only half-gay,” Conner rolls his eyes.
Margot snatches the flyer out of Paloma’s hands. “We already know, Paloma. Thanks.”
Margot grabs Conner by the elbow and leads him away from the duo. “God, you’d think she traded in her brown for pink,” she looks up at Conner. “You’re going to the party tonight, right?”
Conner continues looks down the hallway, not really walking anymore. Margot stops next to him and waves her hand in front of his eyes. “Hello? Conner?”
“Huh?” He looks down at her. “What’s up?”
“The party,” she shakes the flyer. “You’re going, right?”
Conner looks back down the hallway and nods to her. “Yeah, yeah, for sure. Look, I’ll catch you later, alright?”
“Um,” Margot rolls her eyes. “We’ll see. I’ve got to go catch up with Evelynn anyway. I’m scared she’s reeling what with Sara being butchered this morning. Text me, alright?” She starts to walk away, but calls back at him. “Or don't.”
Conner doesn’t turns towards her, he just continues looking down the hall at Grant.
Grant places his books in his locker and pulls out another to place into his bag. He hears somebody lean on the locker next to him. He turns and sees Conner looking at him with his arms crossed. “Do you have something to say, or you just ogling the imprint of my dick in these sweats?”
“Grant,” Conner tries to sound empathetic. “What is going on? Were you with Sara last night?”
“Doesn’t really sound like that’s any of your business, Nancy.” Grant doesn’t even look at Conner.
“Fuck you, man.” Conner bites the inside of his cheek and turns away. “You know, everyone’s saying you did it.”
“Great,” Grant slams his locker shut. “I don’t really give a shit. And you really ought to start washing your mouth out after you suck dick.”
“AHEM,” Dahlia Flynt is standing in a doorway looking out at Grant and Conner. “Can you two keep it down? We’re trying to have a meeting in here.”
“Whatever,” Grant pushes past Conner and walks down the hall. Dahlia smiles and closes the door to the classroom she’s in. Conner rests his head against the locker, using his hand to check his breath.
Dahlia turns around to the News Crew in the classroom. “Now that that’s taken care of,” she steps away from the door and back to the center of the room, propping herself up on the desk. “I want everyone at that party tonight. We need to focus on Sara Sarah’s murder at the hands of her queer-hating, white-power tennis boyfriend.”
“Do we know for sure that Grant did it?” Chase raises his hand.
“Chase, what did I say about stupid questions?” Dahlia turns to him.
Chase looks down. “Not to ask them..”
“And yet, you did.” Dahlia sighs. “Bernie, go home after school and see what kind of equipment you’ve got to work with. We might need to break into a phone or two.”
“Aye aye, Captain,” Bernie nods.
“I’ll work the ground at the party tonight,” Justin offers. “Try and see what everybody else is saying about it.”
“I’ll help him, too.” Indie pipes up.
“Not necessary, Indie,” Dahlia shakes her head. “You’ll be covering Kay Potter for your segment. You can find out what kind of anti-aging cream she’s been using to blend in with the rest of us.”
Indie sits back in her chair and sighs.
In the girls restroom, Kay Potter looks into the mirror and applies a cream to the corner of her eyes. “I mean, it’s 9/11. Couldn’t she have found like, any other day in the world to be found dead?”
“The insensitivity is disgusting,” Anne scoffs. “But I’ll miss her, you know. She always brought an extra Ex-lax for me.”
“I just feel bad,” Chloe admits. “I mean, nobody in the entire world is going to care that she died. Being strangled is literally nothing compared to a coordinated terrorist attack on our country.”
“Boring,” Dakota clicks her phone on lock. “We just need to focus on spinning this in a positive light. I mean, we’re down a minority here. We have to do something.”
“We could invite Paloma,” Kay turns towards the group.
“Ew,” Dakota waves the idea away with her hand. “She’s a minority minority, Mom. We’re not that desperate. Just keep an eye out at the party. If you see a nice, white, kind of--”
Before Dakota can finish her sentence, Kimberly walks into the restroom. She stops dead in her tracks and looks up at the girls. “Oh, sorry. I-” she turns away. “I wasn’t thinking.”
“Uh-uh,” Chloe calls after her. “You know the rules.”
Kimberly turns around and pouts her lip. “Not today, Chloe, please. I just got my period this morning.”
“Well,” Chloe shrugs. “You better plug it up, Carrie White. And be a little more courteous of the rules next time.”
Kimberly furrows her brow and slides her panties down from her long skirt. “May God have mercy on you all,” she throws her panties in the trash.
“Yeah, yeah,” Dakota cracks open a can of diet coke. “Just piss off, and try not to bleed all over the floor.”
“Wait,” Anne stands up and approaches Kimberly. She snatches Kim’s lunch bag from her hands. “Tell your mommy I said thanks for the ham sammy.” She growls at Kimberly as she quickly turns and walks out of the restroom.
Kimberly turns out of the restroom and immediately bumps into Amala Wallace. Amala is hanging up a poster in the hallway that reads: Black Lives Exist.
“Sorry,” Kimberly pushes her hair behind her ears.
“Don’t worry about it, Holy Kim,” Amala smiles.
“My god,” Sissy walks past the two of them with Holly and Fletcher flanking her. “Give it a rest, Amala.”
Amala frowns as the three of them continue down the hall.
“What were you saying, Holly,” Sissy turns to her.
“The gay porn on my Tumblr,” Holly nods. “It accidentally popped up last night and Whisker Tango Foxtrot started having a cat-niption.’
“And?” Fletcher looks at her.
“Aaaand, I think it means things are going to start looking up for you soon.”
“Hey!” Brad calls over to the three of them as he stands next to Nathan and Cody. “Fletch, you’ve GOT to come check out these tiddies.”
Sissy pats Fletcher on the back. “Soon, Fletch. Now go check out them tiddies.”
Fletcher grabs on to his backpack straps and shakes his butt plug further up his anal cavity. He walks towards the Tennis guys, nodding to Stoney and Evelynn as they walk by.
“Yooo, Fletch,” Stoney nods at him with his eyes half-shut. He turns back to Evelynn. “Yeah, I can get y’all some stuff after school. I’ll be there at the party tonight, too. If I can find my way.”
“Sweet,” Evelynn smiles. “I think just about everybody is going to be there.”
“Hey, wait,” Stoney looks at her. “Weren’t you like, really good friends with Sara Sarah?”
“I guess,” she shrugs. “I mean, that was a while ago. I don’t know if I really know her anymore. Or knew her. Whatever it is.”
Zia approaches them and nods to Stoney. “Hey, kids. You guys are going to the party right?”
Evelynn nods. “Yeah, for sure. Margot and I will be there to hand out the “door prizes.”
“Perfect. I guess I’ll see you two there?”
They both nod and Zia turns away.
Gideon Fitgerald walks up behind Zia hurriedly. “Hey, Zia!”
Zia turns around, putting her hand on her heart. “Jesus, Gideon. You’ve GOT to stop doing that. You’re killing me here.”
“Not a great choice of words,” Gideon frowns.
“Right. Well, it’s not like anybody here is really worried about that.”
“Right,” Gideon tries too hard to laugh. “Maybe we should be, though, especially with killer Grant still walking the halls.”
Zia stops blinking and looks behind Gideon. Gideon turns around slowly and sees Grant standing behind him. Gideon tries to muster up a clueless wave.
Grant grits his teeth and turns around, slamming his arm against the bathroom door, letting it shut hard behind him.
Zia motions “OK” to Gideon. “Smooth, Gideon. Very, very smooth.”
Gideon rubs his face with his hands and blurs into the crowd away from Zia.
**(This episode will begin SOON. We will post when the episode begins!!!)***
In this episode:
Tonight: A memorial party for poor, dead Sara Sarah is being held at Dakota Pink’s house.
Tomorrow: Surprise visitors come to the school. The suspicion around Grant grows. Somebody else dies.
**(You may begin posting!!! The party at Dakota's will start in about 30 minutes! Your character can be getting ready, pregaming with friends, out on the Pony Island Pier, or literally whatever you want. Don't forget to pick up your R.I.P Sara Sarah merch on your way in to the party!!)**
Ilma finishes wrapping her black hijab around her head sighing looking at herself in the bathroom.
“ I wonder if their is food will it be unseasoned. ”
Lotus is out on the pier, leaning against the railing and looking out in the distance. She’s thinking about rainbow goldfish and how much she’s craving them.
Gideon stares at his computer screen, making last minute edits on his essay for a class. He sits back, looking around his room to distract himself from his essay.
