Shattered Fragments

Chapter Nine

Dear Willow,
I can't believe that you thought I actually liked you. I knew you'd go on a date with me if I asked; I made a bet with Dan. He said that every girl wanted him and no one would go on a date with me. But he was wrong. We staged the whole thing; the fight, the date, the pool, even the bike crash. It's priceless to think of the look of devastation on your ugly face as you read these soul crushing words! My favorite color? The color of your crimson blood, spilt on the earth. If only that sweet girl Gabriella could give you a makeover, then I wouldn't have to go blind every time I look at your face!

Goodbye, dear gullible Willow,
Not love from,
Mark Smith.

"S***! We just entered a new level of depression, ladies," said Debby, pulling out her knife, "Anyone for a wrist-slit party?" Locked in the bathroom, Debby passed out complimentary knives for her party while I cried until I couldn't cry anymore. My sapphire tears and their ruby droplets met in sorrow as they fell, before theirs' disappeared and mine hit the ground alone.

Once the initial shock and sorrow wore off, a weird burning anger started to grow within me. I snuck downstairs and brought Quinn back up with me, a plan forming in my mind, "That, ma geeky sister, is the most awesome idea ever!"
"Like Grandma said; there's no need for designer clothes on this vacation!"

Silently, as everyone watched the movie Tyler had put on, we carried all of Gabriella's clothes downstairs and dumped them in a huge heap outside until it was the size of an elephant, or a small whale. Quinn 'borrowed' her dad's gold lighter -he smoked- and handed it to me, "You do the honors," she bowed and stepped away. I approached the heap, no longer caring about the consequences, and set alight her favorite cashmere sweater. It was the words first -drumroll please- fluffy pink bonfire! Fuchsia sparks flew from it and her high heels exploded. Best day ever!

Quinn and I were casually toasting marshmallows on it when everyone came out. Grandma was stifling laughter, so was Kaleb. Tyler and Joseph were roaring with laughter as Gabriella screamed and cried over her smoldering clothes. Her makeup was smeared and her perfectly manicured hands covered in soot. I wish I could've taken a picture. She turned on us, her face manic, "You! You did this!"
"Now we're even; you almost murdered us and we burnt your clothes," I reasoned. Mine and Quinn's parents looked confused; torn between punishing us and letting us go.
"Revenge is never right, but she did almost kill them. This is the least the spoilt bra- young lady deserves," said Grandma. Thank god for Grandmas, people!

Later on that day, there was a polite knock on the door. I opened the door to find Mark, smiling away. Are you kidding me?! I tried to slam the door on him but he was already half way through it, "What do you want?!"
"Hey! What's wrong with you?"
"I hope you're joking, 'cus if you ain't I'm afraid you're in trouble," said Quinn, coming to the doorway (I had told her previously about the letter).
"I don't understand... I thought we had fun earlier."
"Here," I shoved the hate letter at him a slammed the door so he couldn't see my tears.

A never ending waterfall of tears.