When I saw her I new she would be perfect. I knew that she was ideal. Her hair sparkeled as she kissed her rat of a boyfriend, Michael Lee O'Brian. It was time for death. He had left me for her, I knew he would. He left me for Andreah Lynn Gerard. She thought she was perfect, her hideous blue eyes, and stringy light blonde hair, she was tall and dangerously skinny. Hated by many loved by few. Even her parents left her abandoned on a hospital doorstep when she was three, Back to buisness. I drew my rifel and attached the silencer. Then I shot. A perfect 10. Right through the gut. She would survive, but then Michael pulled the arrow out of her wound. She fell to the ground. He watched as she strugged for breath reaching out for him. He looked up towards me. He gave me a thumbs up. She was dead. Like I said, he's a rat.
