Emily Jones went to school everyday and came back home. Nobody knew what she did between then. Her parents never came to the Teacher Parent meetings or any school affair. Nobody has ever seen them. They lived in an old grey house, stained with old rain and webbed with green vines. Emily had green hair, blue eyes, and she had red lipstick on all the time. She wore a black turtleneck sweater and dark blue skinny jeans and black converse. She'd go to her English class with her hair up, come out with it in a braid, go to Art, come out with it in a bun, and go the entire day with different hairstyles. She was one of the most beautiful girls in her high school. Boys flocked her during lunch, flirting and telling their best jokes. She laughed, bell-like and cheerful. But soon after she was laughing her face went back to blank. She hated other girls. She tried her best to look like everyone else. She envied us popular girls. That's why we call her Envy Emily. It just so happens, whenever she would date a boy, she'd take him to her house and they weren't heard of since. Poor Jacob Tims has been missing for 2 years now. They say she killed him and ate him, that's why her lips are so red. But I envy her. She has such a beautiful face, and her hair grows out green. That's pretty cool.

I went to sleep that night, and awoke to a strange scuffling noise. Turning on my nightstand light, something jumped at me and I screamed, curling up into a tiny ball in the corner of my bed. Green flashed across my vision followed by red. The pain soared through my body. My body shuddered and spasmed, the bloody face of Envy Emily was the last sight I ever saw, wide blue eyes and messy green hair, her lips stained with my ruby water.