The Convict

The Death of Dakota Foley

The Death of Dakota Foley

The first thing I do is put the fake tooth down and let out a heavy sigh. I really don't want another beatdown. The swelling on my face hasn't even gone down from the beating I got yesterday.

"You're gonna get it for that little stunt you pulled yesterday," Karen says.

"I thought you learned your lesson." I turn the wood-burning tool to the hottest setting.

"Bitch," she sneers.

I eye the other girls.

"Hey, this is between the two of you. We are just here to see who finally settles to the score. Killer against killer, whoever wins becomes the new top bitch." One of the other girls says.

"So you won't get involved?" I ask.

"Not unless we have to," another says.

Whatever that means. At least they aren't jumping me again.

"Better make it fast you two, first check-in is in 20 minutes." someone announces.

I stand up and grab the wood burner.

"Come on then," I face Karen.

"You come over here," she says.

I look down at the five-foot cord.

"Not so tough without your little tools huh!" she grabs the sanding machine and comes at me.

I clench the burner harder in my hand, it has the squiggle tip on it, which is already burning red hot. I kick her in the stomach, and the sander gets caught on my leg and rips off my pants, sanding my leg. I cry out in pain.

"Woo, kick her ass!" Girls cheer and clap.

She comes at me again and I jam the burner into her arm, she cries out and drops the sander. It skitters all over the ground. I push her hard, causing her to fall back on it, her hair gets caught in it and she screams.

"Oh shit," one of the girls says.

"Remember my name bitch," I bend down over her and burn a mark onto her face.

She screams and pushes my hand away. The burner gets caught on her jumpsuit which catches on fire. She screams and jumps up, trying desperately to get out of the suit as she gets engulfed in flames.

I drop the burner and back up.

I can see the panic settling in her eyes. In a split moment, I know I have miscalculated and that this situation is about to get a lot worse. She runs at me, screaming and panicking, and tackles me to the floor. The sander gets my arm and I scream as my sleeve gets caught in it. She gets up and runs into the giant stack of wooden frames which fall on top of me. The crane that moves them also falls on top of us, pinning me under all the frames.

"Ah! Help!" I cry out.

"Let's get out here," the girls run off.

"AH!" Karen screams as the flames completely engulf her. She starts a fire on the frames and I quickly panic as the fire spreads toward me. I struggle to move but it's no use, I'm stuck. The sander revs and smokes.

"Help me!" I cry out.

Karen is quiet now. Dead probably. The smell of her burning flesh fills the air.

The fire alarms start going off as smoke fills the room.

I cough and cough, struggling to get free.

"Help!" I cry as tears stream down my face.

I guess this is what I get for trying to play the mean girl.