A Bad Girl's Guide to Murder [AGGGTM]

Two can play that game

"I can't believe you got away with that!" Marie gasps.

It had actually worked, despite what you might think. Brook had gotten the paper back. Her scratchy handwriting looked back at her as they filled the boxes. Softly turning the paper to the back, she found the teacher's note, filled as much as the other boxes.

 Ms. Archer's neat, red pen traced elegant handwriting, stating that she could, but warning her not to. She gasped as she read it, sitting on Marie's bed while she lazily read it. As she searched up the answers for question 3 in Marie's alegebra homework, she caught it out of the corner of her eye.

Sitting on the corner of the bed as Marie raved on about it, she felt a small, hollow hole in the place of her chest. She was here now. Make it or break it. This moment, project, and month held her future by the hands, tightly gripping the wrists to suffocation.

I'm warning you not to do this, but proceed if you wish to.

She'd do it. She would. Fuck it all. Lightly placing her thoughts aside, she came back to reality at the faint sound of Marie calling her name. Straigtening, although not turning, she replied.

"Yes?" she said, her tone like sweet honey on a razor, which became more and more oftenly used. Sweet and dangerous, although you could see right through it. But this late, stars twinkling against the glowing moon that was just a rocket away, Marie couldn't tell.

"When do you want to start it?" she asks, pursing her think lips at the end of her sentence, slightly frowning. Sighing, she turned with a grin the size of Earth.

"Right now, darling." she said, eyes shining.

The mirror was in her line of sight. Nothing else mattered, but she saw them. Her deep green eyes, sparkling whenever she needed them. An illusion of hope she loved to feel, to see, to think. Her eyes were always shiny, as if she was on the verge of tears. 

Shiny and bright, like her desire to make her pay. Her being Ms. Archer. She thought she was smart. She thought she was better, smarter, even. Smiling as she opened her computer, one thought crossed her mind, through the browsers and sites. She thought she could manipulate her to play her off-chain game.

Well, two can play that game.