Chrissy is smiling as she exits seventh period (math). It's her least favorite subject, and it's done. Also, a hot guy just asked her to the Winter Formal. She doesn't know his name, but he has gorgeous blue eyes and, like, an eight-pack. If that's even possible. Life is good, for now.
As she walks down the hall to eighth period English, people smile as she walks past them. She flips her hair when she gets to her ex, Micheal.
So, I guess you could say, Chrissy Jones has the perfect life. She's basically an A-List celebrity at her school, and people bow down to her. But secretly, she can't wait to get out of this stupid town and it's lowlife residents. She's a senior, thank god. Only one more year.
Everyone is already in Chrissy's eighth period class when the bell rings, but she's always late, so nobody worries.
But maybe they should have.
One minute exactly after the tardy bell, there's a terrible scream. So loud, they say, that even the freshman on the other side of the school could hear it, loud and clear.
The whole school runs out of their classrooms at the sound of the scream. They've all heard that scream before.
It's Chrissy Jones'.
And, to their predictions, there lies Chrissy in the hallways of Marcus Smith High. Her mouth is open, frozen in a scream. There's a bullet in her head and a gun in her hand.
But everyone knows she wouldn't kill herself. She's the most popular girl in the school, for God's sake!
Right?
