Reyna and I have gone to the same school since the 8th grade, aka, 3 years ago. I can recall the first time I saw her with ease. She was wearing a black and red floral midi skirt, black boots, and a red knit sweater; she was dressed extremely well for a 13 year old. She had her hair in a cream claw clip and wore a pair of large gold hoop earrings and a heart locket around her neck; it complimented her brown skin very well.
I always wanted to talk to her, and get to know her, but I could never find the courage to do so. If I were given the opportunity to go back and change my actions, I would do so in a heartbeat.
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That fucking bitch!
Reyna was pacing around her room with about a million thoughts swarming through her head.
You're getting sloppy.
You're nothing without your intelligence.
Asher is a fucking cheater!
This is his fault!
Her frantic episode turned into a blame game before she could count to ten with one person in mind, Asher fucking Scott.
She'd known Asher for years, there was no way in hell he could get a better grade than her, it wasn't scientifically possible.
She cursed his gorgeous incredibly persuasive blue eyes.
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I stared at her through the window, she was more fixated on fucking Asher over me. I was the one she should be worrying about yet she was obsessing over a pussy who couldn't eat alone until he was 10.
That's not the point. The point is things were about to change.
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Reyna was sitting on her bed rereading her essay for the twelfth time; obsessing over every comma and apostrophe, until a knock bounced off her window.
She walked over, essay still in hand, until she noticed a note placed neatly inside her room.
A sheet of paper with the word "failure" written all over it floated to the ground and in its place was the note.
hey. how are you?
She stared in disbelief.
"What kind of a note is this? How are you? Are you fucking serious?"
Ding.
Oh shit.
She cautiously grabbed her phone from her pocket and stared at the black and white text: as serious as a heart attack :)
She threw her head back, laughing hysterically.
"You have got to be kidding m-"
A cruel thud came from her window, again.
She slowly turned around to see the same note she had received placed in the exact same spot. Biting the inside of her lower lip, she walked towards the window, this time with caution.
The note had the same text as before but with an added message:
hey. how are you? i'm not too great, thanks for asking. just a little worried that you aren't getting this so let me spell it out for you. i will and can wreck you in SECONDS. i am watching you.
She lifted the note, and let out an audible gasp.
Underneath the note laid pictures of her. The pictures varied from inside her home to at a restaurant but they all had one common factor, she was in all of them and she was the star.
She felt her head begin to spin, and rapidly gripped the edge of her window. She could feel knots forming in her stomach as she crumbled to the ground.
Fuck. I need to steady myself. This person is as much of a threat as you make them. She sifted through the bizarre photos; examining every little detail before her hand stopped on a photo of her and her friend Ashley at Carter's Diner.
I remember this, it was only a week ago, her pulse started to quicken and suddenly felt herself moving towards her bedroom door.
All I need to do is remember the time and date. C'mon Rey, think!
She frantically glanced around her room searching for an item she wasn't aware of yet, simultaneously deep in thought.
The receipt!
Reyna flung herself towards her trash can and began searching through the excessive amount of snot-covered tissues; she was still mourning her non-existent Taylor Swift tickets.
She was successfully able to pull out a receipt from the very bottom and began assessing it.
"Uh huh, uh huh," she mumbled to herself before exclaiming, "Carter's Diner! Yes! I found it!" The receipt had everything she needed including the date and time, she raced outside and began sprinting towards the oblivious waiter who had no idea what they were in store for.
Due to her excitement, she had completely forgotten about the note she had read over more than once and as she ran, she was completely oblivious to the car racing next to her.
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Reyna forced herself through the glass door, and attempted to catch her breath.
"Um, can I help you?"
"YES!! I need your help, do you have a record of receipts?"
The waitress looked at her suspiciously, "Yeah.. why?"
"Funny story, um. I was just here with a friend on Saturday last week at 3:08 PM and my mom does not believe me and wants proof of the receipt."
"Oh, okay. What's your name?"
"Oh! It was actually under my friend's name."
"Oh, what's their name?"
Reyna stared at her, blankly.
"Another funny story, I was actually here twice last week so I am unsure who I was with on each day. I am so forgetful but I do remember we were sitting at that table," she said pointing to a table covered with dirty plates and cups.
"Oh, no worries! I'd be happy to run both names," the waitress said with a smile.
"I'm so sorry but do you mind just pulling out the receipts for 2:40-3:40?"
Hesitant, the waitress complied. Reyna hid her surprise as best she could.
"Um, here, which is your receipt? I can print out a copy."
A ting of guilt filled her head, fuck, it's not like she'll get fired for this, keep your cool.
She turned to the waitress, smiling, "No need! I'll just take a picture!"
She captured all the receipts on the screen, "Thank you so much!"
The waitress nodded hesitantly before Reyna turned away to walk out the door.
She began examining each receipt and jotting down each name. She had no way of detecting who the person was; for all she knew they could have taken it and left. She pushed that thought out of her mind, no, they would want to fit in with the crowd. This is a sitdown restaurant. The waiter would've questioned them and caused a scene right next to me.
Reyna had settled on 2:40-3:40 as she noticed her and Ashley's plates were gone along with any menu, meaning they had already eaten and paid. She suspected the person paid in that hour and she was not going to leave anything up for chance.
She felt a lead coming on.
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Mystery / ThrillerAvery Oaks, dead at age 16. Hearing the news would've made me tremble, if I wasn't the one who did it. ------ Reyna Flores, a junior at Clover High School, had been top in her class for as long as she could remember. She had no doubts in her mind th...
