Megan carried on watching the vid as Shawn made out with Mckenzie. Watching and plotting.
This story started on the first day of reception, the first time Megan set eyes on Shawn. He was perfect. He could get any girl and was the typical f-boy. The smooth, wavy, brunette hair, the brown eyes, the perfect white teeth and the cute ears. She naturally had a crush on him, so did the rest of the girls in the class.
Fast forward twenty years and Shawn is dating a radio star named Mckenzie who is the stereotypical girly-girl dressed in Calvin Klein crop hoodie and Sonetti leggings with Nike huaraches on her feet and beats headphones constantly round her neck. One night they went to a pool party.
The day after a video emerged in Megan's messages of Mckenzie and Shawn making out.
As Megan watched on she walked over to the cupboard, pulled out a long katana and went over to Mckenzie's house.
She let herself in through the window and locked all the doors and windows. Mckenzie was sleeping. Perfect.
