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    Accommodations: Chapter 3

    “Oh my god,” Carmen laughs. “You look like such a nerd.”

    “Yeah, Shane,” Alice says seriously, waving her hand. “You totally just lost cool points.”

    “You guys aren’t helping,” she complains standing straight with her hands on her hips.

    “Forget about them! Go! We don’t have that much time!” Jenny shouts excitedly.

    Shane continues what she was doing. She stops from writing, looks up, rips the top buttons of her shirt open and raises one arm to the sky.

    “Superwoman!” Jenny guesses. Shane smiles and motions for her to go on. Jenny looks confused so Shane sighs and grabs her crotch. Everyone bursts out laughing. “Man,” Jenny says between giggles. “Superman!”

    “I hate you all,” Shane says shaking her head.

    “Oh come on,” Carmen says patting her leg. “That was priceless.”

    “I need another beer,” Shane sighs making her way to the kitchen.

    Later that Night

    “Good night you guys,” Shane says, closing the door behind Bette and Tina. She returns to her spot on the couch; the corner seat with Carmen beside her and Jenny on the other side. Dana and Helena were on the couch opposite them and Alice was passed out on the armchair. They were watching ‘Texas Chainsaw Massacre’.

    “See that’s what I don’t get,” Dana says pointing at the girl running on the screen. “The person always runs away from the serial killer but for some reason the killer just walks and still manages to catch them, or even just randomly appear in front of them.”

    “It’s a movie, Dana,” Shane laughs.

    The girl on the television hides in a closet in an old house and the killer is searching the room. Right before he opens the door, her friend runs out and tries to attack him; of course, having no chance. The girl watches from the closet as her friend is killed. She screams, “MORGAN!”

    Alice snaps up to a sitting position, eyes wide; Jenny grabs her knees; Dana falls backwards over the arm of the couch; Helena jumps, throwing popcorn in the air; Carmen hides her head behind Shane’s arm, which she has a death grip on; and Shane just laughs and sips her beer amused.

    “I hate scary movies!” Dana says standing up.

    “What are you talking about?” Shane snickers. “They’re hilarious!”

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