How it all started

Now I really do think that each Friday school story won't really be posted on a Friday. Well here's the late Friday story.

There was an accident in the showers. No one used it much, for two reasons, one there wasn’t enough time to use it, and two it was well embarrassing. I guess, in a way, the only thing it was useful for, was changing into your gym clothes or back into your school clothes. It was also useful for, pranks. And I Liza B. Jones will tell about the infamous incident that has happened exactly three days, three hours, and three minutes ago.

            It was a regular school day. People were coming in and out of classrooms, hanging about, giggling, causing the nastiest rumors known in the history of Jr. High, and just plain about walking, and sluffing about. It was time for gym, and the girls were giggling about, as they got ready. The ones that were embarrassed to dress into their gym clothes in public, was waiting in line to use the five stalls in the bathroom part of the lockers. They only had five minutes to get dressed, and it was a long line. The line was so long, in fact that one girl just decided to go to the unused shower room. She slipped out, and nearly skipped there, happiness spreading about her as she realized that she wasn’t going to be late. Minus the fact that gym isn’t her strongest forte.

            As she skipped by the meanest popular girls in school, she didn’t realize that nasty gleam in her eyes. The nasty gleam in her eyes that only could mean… well back to the story. Let’s call the mean girl Linda, and this Linda walked back to her gym locker to grab a cake she was about to give to her boyfriend. For no particular reason, other than the fact that she felt like baking cake, and decided to give him a slice. No one really noticed it when she took the cake out and started to add some ‘edible’ items to it. Once done, she gracefully sashayed the crowds and as she made her way to the shower room.

She poked her head in to make sure no one was watching, and quickly put the slice of cake onto the thing in the middle of the room. Looking back and forth she quickly got out, and into the gym to do whatever they do in mean girl cliques. And once done with changing into her gym clothes the girl pulled the curtain out and noticed the slice of cake. Her stomach was growling as she realized that she was starving from eating nothing that day. And without really thinking about it, she grabbed the slice of cake, and took a bite.

A deadly bite, that resulted in her death. A bite that resulted in the ambulance coming and the police as well. The parents of both these kids traumatized as they realized that the mean girl has to the toughest boarding school in the world, and one dead in the ground.

Well dear readers, if you must know that mean girl was my twin sister, and I was that dead girl. This is my story of how I taught her a lesson, the ghost girl way.

A sad story.

This is going to be sad, but to better understand watch this video.

Now this is kind of off, the girl's pet killed everyone. But in this story it was the girl, but when she was older. Because it would be really messed up if a little girl started killing everyone. And it's kind of short, and suckish.

It was raining, cold, dreary, and gray. I was freezing and wet, the rain seeping into the marrow of my bone. And yet, I didn’t care, because I was now a frozen statue as the truth of reality finishes stunning me.

Everyone

            Was

                        Dead.

            Everyone that I ever cared about was gone, even if they didn’t love me back. Everyone I know was lying in a deep pool of dark red blood, even if they ignored me. My parents, the butlers, the servants, the mailman, the neighbors the children, practically much just everyone in town, just simply ignored me for all my life. And I tried everything to get their attention, being a goody good girl, a troublemaker, an emo, everything. But no one noticed, not one single person. And now they’re dead because of me. All simply because of the news that tipped me over, my mom was pregnant. I just couldn’t handle it anymore. I just couldn’t…

            I collapse onto the gravel road and decide to let it all out. The screams and the tears, the ripping my hair out. I just couldn’t take everything anymore. I was going to be all alone in the world, and not a single person would care. Not. A. Single. Person.

The knife lay bloody in my hand, itching to be fed some more.  And hesitantly, I raised it to my heart. And very slowly, I drove it into my heart. The darkness was starting to overcome me, and this time I didn’t care if it ruled over my world.