The Canary Tree

Chapter Three: Planning

Eliza chewed on the end of her pencil. It was extremely late, but she just wanted to get it over with.

Poison: Quick, takes a lot of planning. Don't mix up the drinks!
Gun: Loud, takes more will t..

Eliza had broken the tip of the pencil while writing. She couldn't do it. Maybe her death would just be the better option.
She shook the thought out of her head. As a 15 year old girl, she still had quite a life of adventure to live. But so did Mala.. she kept writing, forcing her pencil to make contact with the paper.

Cliffs. There's plenty around here. Could I push her off one?

Choking: Dreaded method, but valid.

After an excruciating hour of planning murder, she tossed her supplies into her backpack and tried to sleep, which proved to be a challenge with so much on her mind. She tossed and turned, grasping for something to make sense with. Eventually, sleep came. But with it came the neverending nightmares. She couldn't escape.
The dream commenced with her behind Mala, the slightly younger, short Indian girl with her usual look of consideration. The next thing Eliza knew, she was choking Mala from behind, her grip strong over her struggling body. After a few minutes of coughing and struggling, Mala's body went stiff.
Eliza shot out of bed. She lay there a minute to clear her head of the thought, then went to the notebook beside her and crossed off the option of choking. Too painful on both their parts.
She glanced at her alarm clock beside her bed. 2:00 AM shown in bright, bold letters. She still had four hours of sleep, which she doubted would happen.
So there she sat for four more hours, unable to sleep and drowsy. When the clock struck six, she stumbled over to her closet and plucked the school uniform from the hanger. "Two days left." Eliza muttered before starting her journey to the bus stop.