Hate | Ghost Markle

Its Too Late To Apologize...LITERALLY

i wrote this a long time ago and found it when i was tbting stuff. don't judge the bad writing. 

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-4 months ago-

Maya Hart walked down the hallway, spraying perfume on her neck since she forgot to put on deoderent in the morning since she spent too much time getting distracted by stuff so she was late. She strutted down the hallway when a foot tripped her and she fell on her stomach. She groaned in pain and her stomach made contact with the floor. She looked to see who it was an saw it was Farkle Minkus; her sworn enemy. She groaned and pushed herself up to her feet. She glared and grabbed Farkle by the collar and pushed him into the lockers.

"Look, Farkle Minkus!" She yelled, "Don't mess with me. EVER. Got it?"

"Y-Yes," Farkle said, mentally praying Maya doesn't kill him. She let him go and continued on her little strut. Today was Farkle's birthday and he was bummed to be in school during it.

"Farkle!" Lucas walked up to Farkle handing him a box, "I know its your sixteenth birthday, so I got you a candle to make a wish. Here's a match."

Farkle grabbed the box of matches and a candle and opened it. He lit the match and set the candle on fire that had the number 16 on it. 

"I wish Maya Hart would just...die," he wished.

He blew the candle.

Little did he know, that wish was granted.

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Maya walked home from school, the rain drenching her. She shivered as the cold drops of rain hit her. She wished she had an umbrella. She walked to the alley when she heard a scream of a women saying 'Help me!'. Maya tensed up in fear. She started walking faster, and faster until she was practically running!

"Hey!" a deep, male voice yelled, "Kill her! She saw everything!"

"No, don't kill me!" Maya begged. "I won't tell anybody, I promise!"

"Sorry, Blondie," the man sighed, "We can't that chance."

He puts the gun up to her head and pulls the trigger.

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"What's going on?" Farkle asked Lucas who wiped his eyes with a tissue as they observed the memorial in the school garden.

"Maya Hart, um..." Lucas couldn't even say it. 

"Maya Hart robbed someone? Ha! Snotted on the garden?! HA!"

"Died."

Farkle eyes widened. "W-What?"

"Maya Hart has died."

"No, she couldn't have!" tears streamed out of Farkle's eyes like a waterfall. "NO! NO! NO!" he ran to the plague with Maya's name on it. "Maya, please!" he sat down, face in knees, "I never even got to say sorry."