Between the Lines

My very bestest friend Kaitlyn and I are going to play a game. We'll alternate writing every few sentences to write a story. So here goes (starting with me):

Beads of sweat raced down her face and chest as she scrambled to free herself from the terror in the dark room. She looked around frantrically for another way out as the door knob rattled one more time. Zoey screamed in fear of her life and felt hopeless when cracks on the door began to appear from the serial killer's forced entry into the room. She glanced around one last time, and finding no way out, turned again towards the door and stood waiting...

Earlier that day...
It was the morning sun peeking through her curtains that first woke Zoey up on a warm summer's day. Of course she was ecstatic that school was finally out for the summer months but at the same time the thought of growing older upset her. She wanted to stay sixteen forever; she was shocked that she was practically a junior already.
Looking out her window, she thought about how young she really was. When she was in elementary school, juniors seemed so big and worldy, but really, she just felt naive. All of a sudden, her phone rang, interrupting her thoughts. Zoey smiled at the ironic timing to make herself feel better, but in the inside she felt as if the sun she sought for comfort before was now burning her fragile body. She had always been known as the follower in her group of friends and had no idea how to respond to the invitation she just received.
"Zoey! Oh.my.god!!! Guess whose party I just got invited to?!! PEYTON JONES! She even said I could bring a friend so... we're in!!!!" Zoey flinched away from Ella's high-pitched squeal.
Ella and Zoey were best friends but different in so many ways, including their personalities. After several minutes of persuasion, Zoey hesitatantly agreed. She would later regret this life-changing choice.
The rest of the day passed uneventful until around dinnertime, when one short knock came at Zoey's door. Opening the door, Zoey came face to face with a short silver dress who, at first glance, looked like it would be short on a Barbie doll.
"Ummm... Ella?"
"ZOEY! What are you wearing? This is a high school party, you need to wear something else."
Zoey looked down at her soccer sweatshirt, faded jeans, and converse sneakers and didn't know what to say as her over-the-top friend gave her a look of disgust.
"Ugh, just follow me." Ella led Zoey into the bathroom off to the side and whipped out her makeup case that bulged with mascaras, eyeliners, and lipsticks foreign to Zoey. She felt like a mime caked with makeup and unable to express in words that she didn't want to go.
Ever since Ella got her drivers license a couple months ago, she had felt so independent and took Zoey everywhere. As they turned into the neighborhood it was apparent on which house was hosting the party.

Okay, we got bored. I wonder if you can tell who wrote which parts; we think that it's obvious. To be continued, eventually...