I've dreamt of killing her since September. Drowning, burning her at the stake, poison, suffocation, even cutting the brake line on her stupid pink BMW. I'd envisioned every way possible to get her out of my life forever. So far I've held it together. I haven't even tried to sneak peanut oil in her vegan toasted tofu pasta with kelp. I've thought of it. But so far I've been able to hold off due to fear of screwing up. Unfortunately for me, I've reached the end of my rope.

The day Kiki told me my hair was thinning was the last straw. I will not be bald. Something has to rid me of this cancer eating my soul and thinning my hair. I need chemo. In the worst way. And my tumor is a high maintenance biatch whose made me her second in command.

She's beautiful, popular, richer than trump, and was voted most likely to be busted for killing a civil servant.

Me? I'm a perfectly normal sixteen year old junior. Well, I was perfectly normal until Queen Tiffany of the Enchanted Bitchness decided I was going to be her protegè and take over her place for senior year.

Looking back now, I see where it all went wrong. That first sip of the sweet refreshing  kool aid may have felt amazing, but it was laced with parasites that cause your life to unravel from the inside out. Bad. All bad.

And now, I have to kill her. Which is no small feat considering she's freaking never alone and has a possè that would put a mafia Don to shame. But don't feel bad for her. She totally deserves it. By the time you get to know her you'll be begging me to do it.

Let's take a trip down memory lane. Back to the first day of my junior year.

September

I walked into the school my first day as a Junior determined. Last year I had a boring year. Sooo boring. I worked hard, for a 3.8 (that's monumental for me), and stayed close to my three friends Tisha, Vicki, and Julie. It was my first year of high school. Dreams of all things amazing happening in high school died quickly.

My friends and I had a pact to keep our GPA's high, and apparently, our social calendar empty. We studied, watched movies, dreamed of being popular and fangirled Joey Graceffa. But at the end of the year when I was asked what the best part of my high school experience was, I had no answer. I realized it sucked. Chasing grades was one thing, having  zero experience at the end of the year was another. I wasn't going to repeat that cycle.

So that first day of school I looked amazing. I'll be honest, it was effort. I spent the entire summer getting my look on point. I hit every Thrift shop within a 50 mile radius, watched make up tutorials for hours, and versed myself on every life hack related to surviving high school. I was ready.

I shared all my info with the girls but I'll be honest, some people want to live life, and some
people want to watch it from behind a book.

I walked into the cafeteria like Chanel #1. Strutting my stuff like I owned that school. I sat at the star table. Because I could. It was a moment of psychosis maybe, but somehow I just felt more confident than I should have. In hindsight, maybe I should have just went back to the girls and hit the books, but it's too late for that now.

Tiffany and her gaggle of girls (three by her side at all times, even the bathroom. Like they time that crap ya know?) walked up with their trays and slammed them on the table. Tiffany snapped and the hench-girls surrounded me like a Prada purse with a new clearance tag.

I continued to eat my pasta looking bored.  I could feel Mindi's (the only minion I knew by name) breath on my cheek and a stillness seemed to fill the room, everyone waiting to see if Tiffani would kill me instantly or make me pay later.

She sat at the table and stared straight at my face. Then gave me a micro stare from top to bottom. Her brows raised and she picked up her chopsticks to move around her sushi. "Props on the clothes, your lit. It doesn't explain why you're at my table, but at least you look the part. Speak slut."

I pursed my lips and raised my brow in response.  Tyler Oakley (who happens to be my spirit animal) would tell me to be true to my vision and never back down. I drank my Fiji water and placed my fork back in the pasta.

"I'm sitting here now because I made a promise. I'm not gonna go through my junior year without a splash. And who better to learn how to be fabulous from than the top of the heap?  I'm asking for a bone here."

Tiffani opened her compact and reapplied her lipstick (pink passion, I know you were wondering). And shushed the three minions laughing at my idiocracy. She cocked her head to the side and gave me a puzzled look.

"So what you're saying is that you want me to mentor you.  You'll do what it takes to learn from moi and forsake everything you've learned and rely on my expertise?"

So that was the day I made a deal with devil. And yes. It's my own fault. I was hoping to put off that confession for a bit, but I may as well be honest now. I jumped in eyes wide open. But on my behalf, I was so stupid. I had no idea what evil lurked behind those baby blue Mac framed eyes. And neither do you, but you will.

So let's say I wait to kill her, and you wait in judging me as the bad guy, and we can come back to this. Put a pin in it if you will.

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Ok. I swore not to start another story. And yes I'm aware how many aren't finished. Lol. But this story hit me like lightening and I had to get it out. You get it, right?