I ran home, trying to avoid my parents, which they were technically doing to me too. I went to the fridge to grab a patty. Stress makes me hungry. I wiped off the hot tears rolling across my face. As I microwaved the Cheese-Please Patties (dumb name- am I right?), I went to the bathroom cuz I had to cool my face after all the tears and then wash my hands (I'm a clean freak).

As I walked to the bathroom, I thought about Holly. The same routine was going on ever since I killed Holly. Everyone tries to completely ditch me, give me dirty looks, and be mean to me. Kaylee doesn't even believe me. It was awful. If only people knew that Holly was the one who shoved me, things would be okay. I turned from sad to mad. Holly's mean acts always drives me to trouble. Big trouble.

I'm older than her, but she treats me like her pet. I clenched my fists and then let go. After all, Holly's not here now.

When I got in the bathroom, there was red goop on the mirror. I tried to imagine it was ketchup, but ketchup wouldn't be that liquidity. I was scared. The blood was giving me a message:
You don't deserve to live. I do, because everyone likes me. No one likes you.

I was  frightened. But in bloody red lipstick, it wrote:
I will get you.

It was definitly a message from Holly. She loves red lipstick more than everything in the world. And that note expresses cruelty. That must mean Holly is alive... No, that can't happen.
So she's a ghost.

The microwave rang. I ran down, trying to forget about what just happened. But it was clear.
Holly wants revenge.