Miss Bad Idea

Sluts Die

I'm sorry, but they do. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Taylor (aka the second hottest bitch you will ever see), the girl on my right is Athena (aka the third hottest bitch you will ever see), the one behind us is Rosé (aka just an ugly hag), and the one on the ground in front of us is Olivia (aka THE hottest bitch you will ever see). And I know what you're thinking: "How in the hell did we end up in this shitshow?" Well, let's rewind a bit, shall we?

Me, Athena, and Olivia-we go way back. We met in this stupidly expensive kindergarten place, and we've been insufferable ever since. We were about to start our senior year, so our lovely stud Brooke organized us a little gathering. A little gathering meaning a literal mansion-sized festival with no parents and all the money in the goddamn world. To be honest, I was totally wasted, so my memories are fuzzy as shit. But the thing that cannot go away was the feeling and sheer terror that covered the room when Olivia, blood-soaked, fell down the stairs and breathed what would be her last bit of oxygen. Naturally, we ran the fuck off. Everybody, and I mean, every single body at that party, dialed 911 like their lives depended on it, which, in hindsight, most of us thought.

The police arrived and investigated the scene. Luckily, nobody but Brooke got arrested because he had set up the whole thing and more than probably killed Olivia. It is not unheard of, boyfriend goes crazy, rapes her girlfriend, kills her, and tries to hide the body.

Me and Athena drove back together with a member down. Silence stroke until Athena said something a sane person wouldn't admit, especially so early, though the sentiment was shared. "Is it fucked up that I'm happy Olivia died?" Silence once again dominated the small red car. I never answered, obviously, but the answer was admittedly "Yes, but I feel the same way".

"Why?" "WHY????" I'm not gonna sugarcoat it or add any sprinkles; Olivia was a bitch. She was pretty, so she became a pageant queen. She was pretty, so she got the hot boyfriend. She was pretty, so she treated everyone like pieces of shit. She was pretty, so she slept with anyone and everyone. We were all in her shadow, no matter how much we shined; she was the son, we were the moon reflecting her perfect ass. Thank God those days are over. Because you know what, fuck her. I hope she is happy where she belongs, deep down in the Underworld fucking Satan!

Anyways, what a tragedy.

No, but seriously the media had a frenzy with this one. Nobody was not talking about that "sweet, poor, innocent little girl angel" well not on my watch. It was time for a new Queen Bee, a little of a switch up, you might say.

Don't you worry, folks, Athena has probably a more... clearer, more detailed, less emotional way of telling this story. I'm just a bitch along for the ride.

xo, Taylor.