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I slid the jackknife across my finger slowly, repeatedly, disdainfully. I imagined slitting her throat with it.

I could finish her in one violent slash.

Or I could engrave deep gashes into her neck until she bled out. Slow. And painful.

By the time I was done, my index finger had multiple small gashes that drew blood, all the way from the tip of my finger to the palm.

It didn't hurt.

I loved blood, and as long as I imagined it was hers, I was elated.

Gabby Bolt. Her name inspired one of many murderous fantasies in me, and at the same time caused my blood to boil.

Perfect hair with a perfect face, perfect teeth. Perfect boyfriend.

Yet he was going to realise that he was mine.

He had been mine all along, even before his slut girlfriend came into the picture.

An idea popped into my mind.

I got up from the empty gym bleachers and skipped out into the hall, wearing a manic grin on my face.

I reached Gabby's locker and opened the one beside hers the cover it up. I knew some people's combinations by heart, just in case, and they come in handy all the time.

There weren't many people roaming the hallways so I looked around, making sure no one was paying attention and carefully wrote 'SLUT' in my blood over Gabby's locker.

I figured she could use some low self esteem for once.

Giggling like a baby, I slammed the open locker shut and crossed my arms, walking away unnoticed. God these people are stupid.

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So I hope you enjoyed that even though it wasn't very long but I think it was longer than the first chapter.

So anyway, basically Emma is pretty deranged and psycho. She hates all the people who are liked and she focuses all her attention on Haynes, who she's very obsessed with.

If you don't like this book by chapter 3, by all means please leave haha

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 25, 2015 ⏰

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