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"... and the prom queen is... Katie Ingelkin!"

I walked up to claim my trophy, my friends clapping in the audience. I stepped up to the mic to speak.

"Thank you, JFK High! I am so honored to be the very first prom queen of this school, and very proud to finish my high school career at such an amazing school. We are the leaders of tomorrow!"

The announcer, probably some mid-tier popularity kids parent, placed the crown on my head. I did a quick pose for the camera and walked into the hall to do a quick change. My date, Adam, and friends 7 and 19 approached me. I was terrible with names, so I just numbered them. It's not like they are important, like me, anyways.

"Congrats bitch!" Squealed 19. She was a total slut and got herself pregnant already, so I knocked her down from 12 to 19.

"Thanks, I'm so happy. Now I can get into a sorority, find a rich, fraternity husband, and get money when he passes away early due to unexpected circumstances. My future is set in stone. Nothing can go wrong unless I like, get knocked up or something." I remarked snootily, flipping my hair across my shoulder, earning a glare from 19.

"Anyways, I'm going back into the dance, see you later." Said 19 fakely, turning and walking out.

"Adam, 7, I'm going to change, go get me a drink."

I turned around and walked into the girls restroom, before long I heard steps behind me. 7 loves to follow me into the restroom. I whipped around without really looking.

"I told you to get me a drink!" I shouted, but when I turned there was a figure in a white mask and black hoodie covering their hair and face.

"Hello?" I called

The figure stepped towards me slowly, I felt panic and ran past them out of the rest room, I began sprinting down the hall, but I landed a foot wrong, and in my heels my leg twisted and I came crashing to the ground. I began getting up and trying to crawl, the trying to run again, but my twisted ankle wouldn't let me run, I inched back towards the gymnasium, but whoever had caught up and grabbed my hair, yanking me back.

I kicked and grabbed at the person dragging me, to no avail. I opened my mouth to cry for help, but then a hand clamped over my mouth. I bit the hand, giving me a second to get free. I scrambled along the ground to try to get away, by my foot was grabbed and I was pulled down a hall. The person stopped and opened a locker, and I kicked and got free. I sprinted best I could down a hall, rounding a corner and going towards the gymnasium again. As I passed a hallway, the person rounded the corner again, wielding a knife.

I tried to dodge wide, but I twisted my ankle again and fell. I try to scramble away, but the person continues to approach. They grab my hair again, dragging me. I pull away hard, and some of my hair rips free, and I run into a nearby classroom.

God, this isn't supposed to be the way it ends. If I'm murdered it's supposed to be by a rich young spouse trying to take my money by poison. I really don't wanna be stabbed!

I try to open a window. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I hear them approach behind me. Oh my god, oh my god! My hair is dragged back, and my neck is exposed. I shut my eyes and felt a sharp pain cross my neck, and felt blood run down.

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