Reflections

Two

She studied herself in her small compact mirror, looking for any flaws on her flawless face.
I stare at her from a distance. Just like everybody else.
But I'm thinking about something different.
Why can't she just die, I thought, she's the reason people pop pills in their mouths and sleep forever. She's the reason people starve themselves.
Her, the one with the probably fake nose and pampered life.
I didn't actually know her home life but its probably perfect.
She laughed along side her friends, at others who walked past.
I looked at my plastic fork, now broken in two on account of my anger.
I can't just kill her.
That's bad.
I didn't really want her to die just suffer a bit like everyone she hurt.
She looked at me and gave a fake smile before turning to talk to her friends again.
Most likely about what I was wearing or my hair.
I looked back at my spaghetti and sigh, using half a fork to eat now.
I pushed her to the back of my mind.
I tried at least.
I kept finding myself planning pranks or something to embarrass her.
Why her? Why not one of her friends?
Because she was the leader. The queen bitch.
Her ex boyfriend.
Her first serious boyfriend.
Killed himself after she dumped him for someone she was cheating with.
That was my best friend.
I'm doing this for him.
I quit trying to eat and threw the tray away.
I looked in the garbage and smiled a bit, an idea popping up.
I don't know where it came from really.
But the old fair grounds would be perfect to scare the priss out of her.
It was a dump really. Full of garbage and rats.
And I know how to get her there.
She was known for banging in creepy places.
So all I have to do is make her think some guys going to meet her there.
Then the fun can begin.

When I finally got home I raced to my room and locked the door.
I pulled out my computer and opened Facebook. Creating a new account with a picture of a guy I found on the internet.
He was cutish I guess. The sports player type of guy.
I was good with computers.
I made the account seem like it was a year old. Posted pictures of girls he 'dated'.
Added a bunch of friends.
This took...weeks but it was finally perfected.
I sent a friend request and waited.
It was only a few moments before it was accepted.
I smiled and quickly typed in a message, 'hello.'
It was read instantly but it took a moment before she replied. That annoyed me.
'hello. Do I know you?' she asked.
'No but I'd like to know you. I go to a school across town but I believe I saw you once at a party.'
'You do look familiar.'
I smile at that, this is working.
Another week past and I spent hours flirting with her.
Sometimes I caught my heart racing when she answered but I pushed it down.
Keep your eyes on the prize shes just saying things to get in your pants.
After that week I asked if we could meet.
She said yes. Of course. I'm a cute football playing boy from the internet.
I asked if the old fair grounds were fine.
She agreed.
That Saturday we would meet.
And the plan would go into action.