HIGH SCHOOL was always a pain in the ass. School work, after school activities, whatever else teenagers decided they wanted to partake in that year.

It was no different for Michelle Richards. She wasn't as active as many of her peers, but she did what she wanted to do and that's what mattered to her and her boyfriend.

Michelle and Wally Clark began dating their freshman year and dated all three years of their high school experience. They were a match made in heaven.

Until it was taken away from them. From Wally.

Michelle and her best friend Jennifer Daniels had known each other since they were five years old. Always laughing, goofing off, and just... being able to be themselves with each other. That's what Michelle thought.

She never saw a bad bone in Jennifer's body. She had known the girl the majority of her life and would have never thought that she'd be the reason she lied dead in the girl's locker room.

Jennifer's jealousy had always gotten the best of her and this time she let it thrive as she took her hands and wrapped them around Michelle's throat.

All because of Wally Clark.

Jennifer was the "it girl" when they were younger. She was popular, the head cheerleader. Everything and more. Everything Michelle wasn't.

So why did Wally pick her out of every girl at their school? Why Michelle?

Was it because Michelle was taller than average? Was it because she was this girl who put on a shy persona that made her adorable? What the fuck was it that made Wally Clark fall for Michelle Richards and not Jennifer Daniels?

Jennifer was sick and tired of seeing the two be together in the hallways. Holding hands, him kissing her cheek goodbye as they separated to their classes. She was sick of Michelle.

So, after gym class, when everyone was changing back into their school clothes, Jennifer decided that she'd had enough. That she was going to finally get rid of Michelle.

"Michelle?" Jennifer called.

Michelle peaked over and smiled, "Yeah?"

"Do you have that perfume you always use?" She asked, "It smells like heaven and I'm dying to use it."

Michelle nodded and bent over to grab her backpack that had been sitting on the floor and as soon as she was turned, Jennifer grabbed the nearby fire extinguisher and hit Michelle in the back of her head.

She didn't hit her head enough to kill her, but hard enough for the girl to tumble towards the ground and try to figure out why her head was suddenly pounding.

Michelle shakily moved her hand to the back of her head and felt the warmth of blood coming from her head.

She soon felt Jennifer turning her around and sitting on top of the girl and with whatever strength Michelle had she tried to fight Jennifer off.

Jennifer had finally placed her hands around Michelle's throat and her pleas fell upon deaf ears.

She reached her hand out and touched Jennifer's face, trying to push the girl away, but to no avail.

And just like that, Jennifer practically felt the life fall from Michelle's soul.

Jennifer sat upon her now dead best friend. She unemotionally brushed the hair out of Michelle's face and stood up.

Jennifer didn't want to get caught with the crime whatsoever. Her whole point in doing any of this was to get Wally to see her.

She stood up and quickly took the gloves off of her hands and changed her clothes. She threw the items into a plastic bag and zipped them up into her book bag.

She quickly left the locker room without another glance at Michelle's dead body.

She left her best friend dead in the locker room and didn't feel any sort of guilt.

And a couple of school hours passed before Jennifer found Wally waiting for Michelle at her locker.

She fixed her hair and applied the shimmer lips gloss on her lips and made her way towards him.

"Hi, Wally." Jennifer smiled, "Looking for something?"

Wally furrowed his brows and nodded, "Michelle was supposed to meet me for lunch. I haven't seen her since this morning. Have you?"

Jennifer shook her head, shrugging her shoulders. "Maybe she went home early. She told me she wasn't feeling the greatest. But if you still have time, I can join you for lunch."

"I think I'm gonna call and check on Michelle." Wally said, "I'll see you around Jennifer."

Wally brushed past Jennifer and she turned, watching as he made his way towards the school's public telephone.

Jennifer had left Michelle's dead body in the locker room for an two hours. No one else had gym until that afternoon and they rarely did checks in the locker room as is.

She watched Wally make the phone call to who she assumed to be Mrs. Richard who told Wally that Michelle hadn't been home whatsoever and hadn't been in her room.

Wally nodded and hung the phone up. Michelle wouldn't just leave without saying anything he thought. He left the telephone area and off to find Michelle.

Jennifer was never worried about being caught, it was the aftermath of getting Wally to forget Michelle that worried her. She knew it would take forever for him to truly fall out of love with Michelle and in love with her.

What she hadn't expected was Wally to find Michelle's body in the locker room.

"Michelle?" Wally called.

He knocked on the locker room door and when he didn't hear any responses he pushed the door opened and walked down the tow of lockers.

Nothing but empty lockers and the strong smell of various perfumes.

He finally reached the last row and found a leg laying close by an absent bench. His heart began racing and he slowly approached the body.

There laid Michelle, her eyes open and her chest flat. A small pool of blood sat next to her.

He backed away muttering profanities under his breath and rushed out of the locker room.

He rushed into the coach's office and begged him to call the emergency services and explained that Michelle had been passed out in the locker room for who knows how long.

The coach could've sworn he was joking. He could've sworn he saw Michelle leaving the gym with Jennifer and the other girls.

But there was genuine panic when Wally came into his office and he called emergency services as quickly as his stubby fingers could.

Wally ran back into the locker room and back towards Michelle's body. His mistake was touching her body.

He rushed to her side, lifting her body up. Her blood painting his sweatpants red as he pressed his back against the lockers.

Her body laid limp in his arms as tears rushed down his face. He felt like he was hyperventilating. She wasn't breathing. He felt that. She hadn't moved on her own whatsoever.

Wally brushed the hair out of her face with shaky hands. The blood prior had began to matte into her hair.

He pulled her body close, hugging her tightly as he sent her apologies under his breath.

His forehead had been pressed against her as tears fell down from his face.

Michelle Elizabeth Richards had died in the schools locker room all because her best friend wanted to be with the guy she was dating.

And Jennifer was never caught. Never felt any guilt or remorse for what she had done. She attended Michelle's funeral and spoke at it. She attended the school's events in Michelle's honor and felt absolutely no remorse.

And the kicker? She never even got the chance to date Wally Clark.

Wally hadn't even been able to graduate. Wally Clark had died his senior year, (Michelle her junior) while playing football one night, breaking his neck on the field after being tackled.

Jennifer was able to grow up, get married, have kids, and live a normal life without any worry because she was able to get away with murder.

She never even got the guy in the end.

And Michelle watched as Jennifer Daniels, now Jennifer Marsha Macaulay, drop her kids off at the same school she had committed the murder in.

Ghost hadn't been to unbelievable to believe, right?

When Michelle died she hadn't moved from the spot she died from. She sat there for hours until a boy named Hunter Bryan joined her side.

Hunter had died whenever he attempted to do a backflip that was apparently worth 20 bucks. He fell completely wrong and neck snapped right in half.

Anyway, he sat with Michelle until she was ready to... move, to go, whatever she wanted. She watched Wally cradle her dead body in his arms and watched as they pulled her body away on stretcher.

Cause of death: asphyxiation.

Obviously she couldn't have done it herself and with her body tempered with as Wally held her, it was pretty much a dead end.

When Michelle was finally ready to leave, Hunter took her to meet Mr. Martin.

He was the Split River High Afterlife Support Group leader. His main goal was to try and help the teens in the group pass on.

And as sad as it sounds, another kid would join.

Wally Clark.

In fact, when he died, he practically felt himself jump. It was the middle of the night when he'd died, right in the middle of the football game and everyone including Michelle had seen it.

Quickly rushed his body to the hospital where he would later be pronounced dead upon arrival.

The next day, Wally found himself back at school and staring at Michelle and Hunter standing at the edge of the school yard.

Every day Michelle would watch Jennifer walk in and out of school like she had done nothing wrong. She did it every day to try and find a single ounce of remorse and it would never come.

"Michelle?"

The duo turned and there stood Wally Clark.

"Holy shit." Michelle muttered, "Holy shit!"

She quickly made her way towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck as he hugged her by her waist.

She pulled away from, but not to far, his hands still attached to her waist. She moved her hands from his neck to cup her hands against his cheeks.

She could feel him. Something she hadn't been able to do in a year. She could touch him, feel his warmth. What was warm to her.

She slowly dragged her hands down towards his chest and her hands tangled themselves with the necklace lapped around his neck.

It was hers. Something that the two of them saw in the mall one day and she saved every last penny to get it. She always wore and here it was around his neck.

And then it hit her. If he was here and she was able to touch him... he had died on the field that night. Simple as that.

Wally watched her eyes change from shock and joy to fear. He moved his hands from her waist to her face, cupping her cheeks.

"Hey," He muttered, "I'm okay. I'm right here."

She nodded slowly, wrapping her arms around him once more.

This wasn't peace. This isn't the life that Michelle had wanted, but here she was, dead. She was dead and stuck here until she was able to pass on.

But she had made better friends through this and would later make more friends. Better friends that Jennifer.

And she finally had Wally. She had him in the worst way possible, but here they were, in each others arm, able to say hello.

— lucy has something to say !!

i know the fbi is looking at my search history with concern i had to know if deadweight was heavy

anyway chapter one slay

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