Bre's Revenge

Prologue

I’m Breunna Womack, call me Bre. I was killed by my so call best friends, Bahja Rodriguez and Zonnique Pullins. I’ve returned as a demon and I’m coming for blood. It all started when…

*Flashback Mode*

I was sitting on the comfy, cotton made couch on my brand new Apple laptop. I was checking my Twitter updates when I got a text message from Nique asking me to meet her at our favorite bar “Plasma 51”. I threw on my vintage demin high waisted shorts and my “Parental Advisory” tank with my black and white chucks and headed out the door. The drive was about 30 minutes long so I put in my J Cole “Born Sinner” CD on the ride there. I stepped out into the warm Atlanta weather and walked into the bar. When I stepped in, the lights went off. I slowly felt around to find the light switch but fell in the process. Struggling to get up , I felt something press coldly against my head. The lights slowly turned on and I seen Nique holding a pistol to my head.

“Nique , you don’t have to do this! It doesn’t have to end this way.” 

I slowly begged hoping she would take what I said into consideration. Bahja slowly appeared from the back of the building with her pink hair wrapped in a messy ponytail. 

“No , it has to , Bre. I’m so sorry.” 

Bahja looked unsure what to do which lead to her running back into the bar area and ducking behind the cabinets with her pink hair following behind her. BOOM , the gun went off. The bullet flew through my head and resulted with my lifeless body falling against the cold wooden floors.

*End of Flashback*

That's my story. Now, I hope they have a good excuse when I come for my revenge. I can see the news headline now, Bre's Revenge.