ALORA JONES ✔️

CHAPTER 4

{ALORA 1998-2019}

Okay, I can't lie, this little friend group is just adorable, sad that they have to be one of my many victims for this disastrous night, someone has to pay for the consequences.

I was hot on their heels the entire trip to the party, planning on what I'll be doing once I reach my destination, every now and then, I'd giggle to myself when I try to visualize the look on everyone's faces once they find out, I bet their faces would turn as white as bones in the snow, you know what hurts the most is that no one cared if I was gone, they didn't even care when I was there, the only thing they wanted from me was doing their homework since they noticed how good I was at school.

Being smart has its own set of advantages and disadvantages, and after some hard thinking, I decided it was finally time for a demonstration of the disadvantages to some specific, horrid people.

I couldn't erase the scowl that was planted on my face, I haven't been able to feel comfortable in my own deathbed let alone when I was alive, and they dare to act as if nothing happened, as if little miss Alora Jones never even existed in this earthly world, I couldn't stand up for myself then, but now I will make every single one of them regret the day they were born for the torture they let me go through.

The wasted frat house came into my view and I smirked as I realized that my plan was finally in motion and they're finally going to taste my delicious plate of revenge. The sounds of bikes locking pull me out from the hypnotic state I wandered in, once the friends entered the party I glided through the wind and into the house, as I looked around and noticed how very normal the loathed ones looked, I wondered for a minute on why they used to abuse me, what was the reason for what they did?

Everyone was rushing around and laughing, there were people holding others on their shoulders and playing around, people were laughing and chatting together on a couch, and on the left, I could see a bunch of guys enjoying a game and some girls were taking pictures together, then right in front of me, there were a bunch of people dancing together on what I believe was the dance floor.

I don't know if ghosts and spirits could cry but I swear I can feel myself starting to gloom and maybe even tear up knowing that I never got to experience a college party with my friends because no one ever invited me and no one wanted to go with me. I tried shaking away those feelings to get back to my plan before it was too late. After searching the entire place, a bottle of champagne surrounded by multiple people conversing with each other captured my attention and suddenly it was like a bulb was going on and off on my head.

I soared my way to where the bottle was positioned and floated right where an olive-skinned guy was standing, so I leaned in and whispered in his ear "shake the bottle" my whispers came out as soft little puffs of air that managed to get him stuck in a hypnotized state, I giggled and slowly leaned away and stalked him with my illusory eyes and watched as he took the bottle in his hands and stared at it for a mere minute before shaking it, but when he was about to place it back, someone stumbled behind him causing the guy to trip and accidentally pop open the cork and send it flying to the top and provoke it to knock off the enormous and extremely bedazzled chandelier that was hanging on the ceiling of the living room.