It was a cold day during recess amd the smell of murder was in the air. My eyes were pointed towards Keagen, the skinny, athletic dancer with perfect hair and a lot of energy. There arent words to describe how much I hate her, and I, Anne will find a way to kill her.
She was in the field, doing flips and cartwheels with her cronies, when we made eye contact. She smiled, laughing. I stared at her blankly.
"Wow." Bell said
"I hate her so much." Scoffed Kathleen
I silently plotted her death in my head.
I had a plan. It would havt to wait until after school, though.
