As she walks around the back of the funeral building, she pulls up her black hood and smiles. Perfect. She hated Chrissy Jones and everything around her. Now that she was gone, there was less stress. The most popular girl in the school: gone. The rest of the students at Marcus Smith: worry-free. Mostly.
A twig snapped. She whipped around to see what was behind her, but nothing was there. She realizes it's not safe here and bolts through all the trees, unseeing, causing her to trip over the ground (don't laugh, you've all done it before). Her knee is bleeding a little, but it doesn't matter. She hears people coming ("Who is that?" "Who just did that?" "During Chrissy Jones' funeral?") and bolts again. This time, she doesn't trip.
And I know. I was watching her.
I hate Chrissy Jones as much as she does.
