In this room, I am safe from her. She can’t touch me here at least that what everyone else tells me, but every time the door opens I become afraid that she will come and ruin my life again. Making me do something, despite my knowledge, that’s wrong is what she does for a living. I somehow always become the one hurt and in trouble, aside from the families that she effects with her mischief behavior.
With her looks that everyone would kill for and confidence that girls can only dream of having, she could do whatever she wanted without consequences, but that was before she met me. I was a game-changer for her, but it wasn’t for the best. After meeting me, she changed. Instead of the confident girl that everyone admired, she became a less known book worm, like me.
When we began to hang out, we started to make plan to get back for all the cruel people that insisted on messing with quiet students, like us. With our plans we started with small pranks, like hiding all of the girl’s gym uniforms, so that they would get a zero for the day. Weeks later it escalated to even worst pranks, like causing fights and arguments, but that’s not the worst thing she had in store for the students of Langley High.
As I sit in this boring room, I look back to the event that led me to be here. Becoming friends with the formerly most famous person in the school turned into a nightmare. Her little tricks that changed into something that couldn’t be understood, murder. She started to lose her mind and mine went along with hers. I spiraled out of control, not fully understanding what the consequences of my actions and how I would change the course of my future.
My mom didn’t care what I did with myself, as long as I was out her house when I turned eighteen. My mom was a cosmetologist at a local hair salon, while my dad nowhere to be found. Not that he was kidnapped or anything close to that, he just left one day and never came back. That was almost six years now and now I’m thinking maybe he foresaw the damage I would cause and got away before I could mess up his life. I ruined everyone’s life, including my own.
I still remember the first time I met her. We were in the bathroom and she was looking in the mirror and asked me if her outfit looked good. At first I thought she was trying to mess with me, but the innocence in her voice told me otherwise. She honestly wanted my opinion about her clothes. This was the first time we ever spoke to one another in the four weeks that she was here. Looking at precisely put together outfit, I tell her she looks perfect. She thanks me and asks me if I want to sit with her at lunch. Of course, if you are invited to sit with the most popular girl, you’d be stupid to reject it.
During lunch, she and I get into a deep conversation about books we’ve read and it’s shocking to find out that she’s just as literately intelligent as me. She’s read all the classics, like Romeo and Juliet, Dracula, and just about everything Mark Twain. This would only be the beginning of our friendship, of our murderous spree.
I remember our plots like it were just yesterday. We met at my empty house like we did every day and she started to talk about how she hated all those people that were mean to us. People assumed we were freaks because of that we didn’t talk to anyone. I mean that literally, we spoke to no one and ignored those who tried to talk to us. She sat in my poorly furnished bedroom and says, “What if Maria wasn’t alive to mess with us?” We laugh at the thought, but she starts to gets serious. “She deserves it,” she begins, “all she ever does is mess-up people’s lives.”
For some reason, I actually listened to her plan to murder the girl that treated us the worst, Maria Lopez. “Everything’s set,” she says before she leaves leaving no trace of herself. We both drank soda and ate a bag of chips, but only one of each sat on my floor, where we sat. She has a strange way of doing that, sometimes I don’t see her, but I know she’s there. She can disappear at a moment’s notice and appear in the same amount of time.
