The Murder Of Hazel

Chapter 1

    It was November 1st, the day after my birthday. Not like it was happy or anything. I know you're probably saying Happy Birthday right now. Well thanks, but your face gives you away. You don't care, just trying to be nice. I get it. I got up that day, and did my usual. I took a shower, did my hair, got dressed, and brushed my teeth. Yes, I did eat breakfast. I walked to school, and saw my boyfriend, now considered my ex. He was a player, that probably explains why I am where I now. He was talking to some girl. I noticed who it was as I got closer. "Brittney" I spat out, when she walked my way.

   "What do you want, freak?" She said as she looked at me in disgust. This was nothing new. Brittney and I never got along, as she hated my style and I hated hers. We had a full on hate relationship.

   "Nothing, just wanting to talk to the ugly devil, herself, not her crew." I told her, smirking.

   "You're a bitch, Haley." She told me and I gritted my teeth. I hated when people called me my real name, and trust me, she knew it. She walked past me, purposely bumped into my shoulder, causing my books to fall and laughed.

   "Ugh!" I groan, as I leaned down to pick up my books

   "Hey, baby." Derek, my boyfriend, said as he came up to me.

   "So you aren't going to help me?" I growl at him. I hear him mutter a few words under his breath.

   "Look, Derek, I'm sorry, but most boyfriends help their girlfriends with things that happen. I told him looking into his eyes. He grabbed me and pulled me into the alley next to the school. Here we go again, I thought to myself. He has done this for the past month and a half, but his sweet side gets to me so easily. I can't let him keep doing this to me. I'm breaking up with him if he does it one more time.

   "Hayze?" Derek asked me.

   "What?!" I hissed. I hated when people interrupted me when I was alive, and I still do.

   He slaps my face, and I quickly reach up and glide my fingertips across my now swelling cheek. "Never talk to me like that again." He says, his expression full of anger.

  His face quickly changed before apologizing. "Babe, I'm sorry. I don't know what got to me." Every other time I would say it was fine, but not this time.

   Now I know you are probably wondering, "Why hasn't she done anything the past month or so?" Well guess what. Love takes over sometimes. Everyone is stupid at some point in their life.

   "You never know what gets to you, even if a flying pig hits you smack in the head." I yelled out as he looked at me with flames in his eyes.

   "What did you just say?!" He yelled.

   "That I am breaking up with you, fucking dick." I said as a sharp pain goes to my ribs. I didn't care at the moment. I ran fast and hard. I looked over my shoulder and he was driving. I quickly turned and beat on the door of some old looking house. No one answers but the door is unlocked. I run in and go straight downstairs. I looked around and saw a small vent with light shining through. Just big enough for me. I removed the vent and climbed in and replaced it. Just as I replaced it, I heard the car door. I quietly made my way down the vent.