She was dark brown and often made fun of for being black. Her family had just moved from California, and in this small town it was like nobody had ever seen a different color besides white and tan.
When the man took her, she didn't fight back, she let him. She wasn't even sad when the man killed the first girl, she just sat there and stared. Then he came back.
When she was wrong on the coin flip, she knew it was coming. Within a second she was living. She was breathing and smiling and laughing and crying and... Then it was over and she was dead.
