The R Word

The Threat

Miranda walked into her father's office.

"Daddy?" She tried to say as sweetly as possible.

"Yes, sweetheart?" He sounded confused.

"Well, i was wondering if you would change Sara's surgery performance?"

"To what date?" He asked, unsure.

Miranda showed him the exact date. September 24. The date of the first game. Where KBHonors had a half time show performance.

"Sweetie, i don't think so." He said sternly.

"But-"

"It's the day of your performance, and I am not going to miss another one of those."

Last year, Miranda had her own song. She was having the time of her life, singing her favorite song, Rude Boy. Her father couldn't come, because he had a surgery on that day too. And this year he was determined to go, even if Miranda didn't want him going. He knew Miranda very well enough to know she loves the limelight.

Miranda knew this was going to happen, and as greedy as she was, she would go to no limit to get what she wanted. She sat down, reached into her purse, and pulled out a pistol slowly. A real pistol, and pointed it at him. She was holding the pistol, not very straight for she had never done it. This was bad, and doing it to her father was worse.

"Listen to me, i want Sara's solo, and I'm going to get it. Schedule it on the performance. Or else." She was shaky saying this.

"Darling-" He breathed very heavy and slowly, and with Miranda not knowing, pressed a button

Miranda still had the gun at his head, during this, with a lot of interrogation, and some tears from both. 

"You'd really do this to me?" He actually sounded calm!

Miranda was speechless. She hesitated, but eventually gave out an answer.

"Y-y-yes."

And then Sara walked in.

"What is going on here?" Sara saw the gun, Miranda, and her father. Sara was filling out a form for Miranda's dad.

Miranda grabbed at Sara and Sara fought back. Miranda pushed her against the wall, grabbed her hair, and Sara twirled her around and kicked her in the stomach.

"I bet that gives you a miscarriage, you slut!" Sara screamed, and got Miranda in a headlock, and threw her against the desk

"Oh yeah, well at least boys like me!" She retorted back, knocking over books and paper while trying to throw punches.

"At least im clean of STD's!"

Miranda screamed at this, and punched Sara in the face. Sara had a bloody nose, but she didn't stop. She took breaths in between each punch and kick, and made out the words It's called a condom. What a skank.

"You just gave me a bloody nose! Mr.-"

Sara and Miranda looked toward her father after not hearing a response. He was dead. His face was face down flat against his computer, with his blood covering the keys. Sara has never seen someone die before, and she always thought it was supposed to be beautiful. This wasn't.

"You idiot! You had the pistol firing everywhere!" Sara yelled, grabbing a few tissues and clogging up her nose.

"It's your fault. You're a retard." Miranda grabbed her bag, and took bandages out of it, and applied it to herself, and lashed a tongue at her face.

That word echoed in for a while. She thought Miranda was different, but she used the R word the same as the others. She actually believed Miranda. The surgery probably wasn't real either. She was devastated.

Retard.

The nurse came in. She screamed, and threw the tray of assorted goodies on the floor, as she tried to further investigate the scene. She stared at Sara, then at Miranda, and started panicking.

"What happened here?!" She screamed frantically, as Miranda started letting out fake tears. She did not want to seem guilty, and she was a good actor. A very good one. Once again, skank.

"Nurse Gohely, this retard just shot my father." Miranda accusated, and then pointed at me in disgust.

Retard.

"Oh dear." Nurse Gohely looked so confused. And looked at each one of us, as if she was a child trying to figure out what candy she wanted.

Sara exclaimed, "Please don't believe her! She's lying."

This made her pull her hair in a confused way.

"A retard like you would think that!" She was definitely in tears. She really had a good friendship with him. Of course Sara knew Nurse Gohely was just believing Miranda. It was hard not to.

Nurse Gohely was as evil as Miranda. Nurse Gohely starting dialing 911.

"Please forgive me." Sara mumbled.

Sara had the gun in her hand, obviously evidence, and slowly raised it up, slightly pulled the trigger, and shot Nurse Gohely. Her innocent face shattered Sara's angelic records. Miranda was even amazed. Miranda stared at her with awe, and Sara ran out the window. She really hated herself here. She ran home, her only home, the orphanage, and cried. She reflected her life and how this incident ruined it even more. Think of all the things Miranda could say about her. So Sara called someone she had never called before.

Steve. He knew everyone in the school. He must know someone who could help her. Help her retain her image.

Help her not be a retard