How I got Framed for Murder

What Actually Happened.

So It wasn't Clover, in the hallway, with the nail gun. 

It wasn't Philip, in the mechanics lab, with a screw driver. 

It also wasn't Jade, in the waiting room, with a scream.

  When they arrived at the school Marissa opened the side entrance for all to enter. She than made her way to the main office. It was her job to disable the camera in the office so the prank wouldn't be recorder. She also erased the footage of them arriving at the school. Once that was complete she made her way out of the office. 

As she walked out she checked her phone, not her usual cell phone, but the burner.  There was a text message left from the only number that ever called this phone. The person she hated more than any other human on the earth. 

She didn't answer, but instead went to help Jude, Gabby, and Philip, get the bubble machine out the door to the foot ball field. She and Jude held the doors while Gabby filmed, and Philip pushed. They left the machine right outside and let Jade into the building. It was eight twenty. 

Jade, Clover and Marissa set up the supplies inside the principles office, Marissa wasn't part of this aspect of the prank, but she had said she could help for a moment before going to set up the surprise for the janitorial staff, but she had done that earlier. As she walked from the office, she was caught on tape by Gabby and Philip, who were making their way into the office. 

She headed straight for Mr. Ranson's room. 

They had agreed to meet  tonight. Marissa wasn't sure what he wanted, but she knew one thing. He wasn't going to get it. She was done doing what he wanted. 

She pushed open the door and slipped inside closing it as silent as possible. He was already inside, looking as unimpressed as ever. He had no idea who he was dealing with. 

Mr. Ranson had been blackmailing Marissa for a year, and she was sick of his stupid face. She knew what he had on her would end her life and not in a dramatic high school way. 

She made her way smoothly into the room. He looked up to meet her eyes, with his own beady ones. "Glad you could make it. How's the prank?" 

"It'll be the best yet." She answered. Mr. Ranson had demanded favors of grading papers, house work, money, and even requested once that Marissa get inappropriate photos of her friends. She had done everything he asked, but it never ended. 

"Well you know why we're here." He started. "Did you bring it?" 

Mr. Ranson was smart. He never took cash from Marissa, he would have her buy expensive things and he would return them for the money or pawn them off. Marissa had spent almost twelve hundred on this man, which is a lot when you're only in high school. He knew she was willing to get it though, anything to keep him quiet. 

And he was right. She would do anything to keep him quiet. 

"No." She stated. She moved closer to his desk, she had planed this whole thing. She knew what she had to do and just how to do it. After all this wasn't Marissa's first murder. 

"No?" Mr. Ranson stood from his chair marching toward her. "Have you forgotten what's at stake? I will go straight to the Police Miss. Keller." 

"I think it's you who's forgotten what I'm capable of." She threaten. While he stared into her eyes she slipped the silver letter opener into her hand. "They never did find her body you know. They wont be able to tell you what i did to her, but I can." 

"Miss. Keller" She could see the fear in his dark eyes. She knew he was scared. She liked when people looked scared. 

"Mr. Ranson." She mirrored. 

"What is your plan, you kill me? Then what?" He stuttered out. 

"Then I do what I do best." She answered. "I get away with it." 

That was all the conversation they had time for. Marissa plunged the letter opener into Mr. Ranson's chest. She pulled it out and did it again, she stabbed and stabbed delivering on final blow into his heart. The real kill shot. 

Removing her hand from his throat, she admired how lifeless she had left him. He hadn't even had the chance to scream. She left him leaning on his bookcase and slipped out his classroom door. She knew she had blood on her, it covered her blouse and two spots on her jeans. Wiping what she could on the back of her shirt she ran past the open door where her classmates were to the main office. She stripped out of her bloody clothes and into a clean pair of jeans and a new hoodie over her. Hoping any blood on her arms could stay covered beneath it. 

She tossed her own bloody clothes out the window of the office. She would be able to get to it later. She only lived across the street. Once everyone went home she would just come get them. Than she remembered, the letter opener. She had forgtten to take it with her. Quickly slipping into the hallway she ran right into Gabby and Philip.

The two had been pressed against the lockers kissing in view of the camera. Switching back into casual mood, Marissa laughed, pointed, and teased the couple. 

She wouldn't be able to get into the classroom with those two filming. She would have to wait. 

And she did wait, she waited until the sirens sounded and Clover was screaming. She hadn't meant for Clover to be caught up in this, but once she had a scapegoat, she wasn't about to waste the opportunity. Just as she hadn't wasted the chance with Mr. Fray, when he had accidentally been convicted for her crime. Like father like daughter. 

When they ran to Clover, Marissa slipped inside just as Jude did, and when he turned away she pulled the letter opener and tossed that too out a window. Like she told Mr. Ranson, getting away with it, is what she does best.

A:N// Hellooo my Unicorn of reader. That one person out there. I hope. Please be out there. Someone besides my mom should read this. Well there is only one part left. I hope i have done this story well and I hope you enjoyed it.