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Chapter 1: The Post

Miranda was a nasty human. She liked to prank people, scare people, and troll people by internet. Any and every site she could think to target people on had her fake names across every board, post, and forum that she wanted. By no means was she famous for it, she was just a young 17 year old girl that was like any other troll on the world wide web. No one knew her name unless they were directly in her line of fire, or their friends they liked to tell about their online encounters. She just simply lived out her days, online everyday hours at a time, making people mad and ruining moods.

One day, Miranda decided to pull up her main site, Kllrmcknbrds, and have a little fun. She went onto the random board and marked herself anonymous, and went to work. "check this qt3.14, she'll be dead tomorrow, bet." She added a picture of a model she found on Beautycave that had about 6,000 followers. She knew it wouldn't fool anybody, but the sense of being hated by people that had no idea who she was or any dirt on her, made her feel high and mighty. It was around 3 in the morning, so she decided to call it a day and get some rest.

The next day, she went to school like she did everyday, had lunch, learned crap, and went on with her life. After school, she went home, created a fake name, made people angry, and thought nothing of it.

About a week after her Kllrmcknbrds post, she decided to pull up her post and see the damage. Of course there were people insulting her, calling her names, threatening her, but it made her feel good knowing that was all they could do, unless they pulled some creepy internet crap and hunted her down or whatever, but she never gave it another thought. After all, she was just a Mary Sue on the internet, trying to scare strangers.

After about 10 minutes of looking at comments, she got to the newer ones, and they made her feel uneasy.

"Hope you're happy with yourself"

"rot n hell"

"Wow, she really done it..."

Miranda wrote it off as some kind of joke everyone agreed to pull on her. She knew the model wasn't dead, she was at the gym or some fancy restaurant, taking pictures and getting hundreds of likes. She was with her boyfriend at the beach, or getting tanned on her run at the park. Whatever Beautycave celebrities did.

Her curiosity got the best of her and she checked the Model's Beautycave, Maria McTurn. Heat filled her stomach as she read some of the comments on her posts.

"Miss u everyday."

"come back princess!"

She couldn't believe it. No, maybe there was a chance that Kllrmcknbrds was just pulling one their infamous pranks. This was something that Miranda couldn't believe, she was not physically able to process it.

Then, she calmed down. It was just a coincidence, she thought. There is no way that the people over at Kllrmcknbrds could have turned her in as a suspect, the post was barely a success, there were billions of people in the world and only about 50 people saw hers.

Miranda shook her nerves off and laid down for a nap. Her mother would be calling her down in a few hours because her aunts were coming over today. She set her alarm for 4:00 PM and drifted off.

All of the sudden, she was in court. She could see herself, though. It was as if she was looking through a transparent wall. She was sitting at a table towards the front of the room, crying while a woman had her arm around her. The judge spoke, and his voice made Miranda shiver and wince.

"Ms. Conner, please come up and give your side of the story." The weeping Miranda walked up and sat next to the judge in a small chair. She was silent for a minute, closing her eyes to gather her thoughts. Miranda couldn't even think of what the other Miranda could say.

"Your honor, please, this is all a mistake. I was just trying to trick everyone, I just wanted to get a rise out of some strangers. I found the picture of Maria on Beautycave and posted it with that caption on Kllrmcknbrds." I had no idea that the next day she would be dead." Miranda had a pleading tone to her voice and it strained from her crying.

"There is no evidence to support your case. We found your fingerprints at the crime scene, even your DNA, so how could we believe you? Ms. Conner, I hereby call you guilty and sentence you to death by lethal injection."

The hammer hitting his table echoed through the room, causing people to whisper and crouch low. Miranda cried and put her hands in her face, her tears hitting her baby blue dress and staining it. Her family sat in stunned silence, not knowing what to think at all. Had their 5'4", 102 pound, shaking sobbing little Miranda really killed this girl?

Miranda awoke to the sound of her mother's shouting 20 minutes before her alarm went off. She was filled with dread and had a massive headache. Suddenly, she was terrified all over again.

AN: Hey everyone! I hope you liked the first chapter of my story :) Be sure to comment, the comments validate my work and I love hearing people's opinions and criticism!