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Murder-y List

After I burned down my whole big ass mansion in a big ass fire I ducked into the woods.

It had only been a few hours since my parents were killed by the stick figure cat thing so it couldn't have gone far.

My fancy doctor who bag was filled with the essentials: poptarts.

The cherry flavored ones because I'm not a basic bitch.

My orphan attire looked pretty stylish, which a lot coming from me. I had on black stockings and a red skirt. My grey blouse was barely noticeable as I had on my dad's golfing jacket. My Nike shoes hugged my feet tightly as I ran through the dark woods.

Man, I'm fucking stylish.

My thoughts were interuppted as I caught sight of a high school. My hands curled up with excitement.

"Perfect!" My cheeks began to hurt due to how hard I was smiling. "Now I just gotta get hella bullied then all my future actions will be justified."

My cool strut towards the school was cut short as I tripped on a rock.

"You're the first on the Murder-y  list," I threatened at the inanimate object.

Once I dusted myself off I walked normally to the building. It must've been around 7 cuz (as in because not cousin, u dumbs) a shit load of students came out of the school buses.

I smirked as I found my chance to blend in.

I maneuvered through the crowd of screaming teenagers and began to search for my targets.

"OMG!"

I turned my head towards the outburst, laying my brown eyes on a girl.

She looked like a typical popular girl. Rich and bitchy. That Starbucks coffee in her hand didn't help either.

"I just LOVE your outfit!" She exclaimed, circling around me like a goddamn vulture.

I grimanced at her shrill words.

Victim number 2.

"You got that emo punk look down to a science!"

I don't know HOW someone could be so happy, it scurred me.

"I've never seen you around here. Did you just move?" I glared at her, don't be so fucking nosy.

"I've been homeschooled up to this point," I explained, which was kinda funny to me considering I had no home.

"Wow, so retro!"

At that point if I heard one more fucking squeal I was gonna gut her like the pig she was.

"Hehehehe, yeah. Retro~~~," I nervously chuckled as I tried to step away.

Fuck.

"Do you have your classes yet???" I wondered how she was able to put three question marks in her sentence and didn't answer.

As she continued to blab on I actually took the scene in. It was a normal looking high school if tv taught me anything. Killing everyone inside should've been a piece of cake.

"Excuse me, I got people to put on my murder-y list," I said in all seriousness but I got a giggle in return.

"Mood! Not gonna lie," she yelled, dashing off to her gross popular friends.

I glared daggers at their group as they migrated towards whatever stupid class they had.

While casing the joint I realized something important: I had no fucking weapons.

Like, I guess my fists would've been fine but that didn't guarantee a lot of kill counts.

So I decided to give the school one more day to live, or until I had enough fire power.

I pulled out (hehe) my murder-y list and got to work jotting down names.