She's new.
I never saw her in school before, neither have I seen her strolling in the park here before. I think if I knew she lived here before I would not have forgotten that stiffling strawberry scent, wavey blond hair, sun kissed tan skin and a colgate smile. So yeah, she's new. And I already dislike her. Why? Because, the story goes like this.
I was just sitting there shuffling through my iPOD music. Nothing good ever plays- wait. Hold that thought, something good is playing right now. So I up the volume and ringing through my ears...
"if you like pee-nya coladas
and getting caught in the rain-"
A tap on my shoulder.
I look up.
Some girl is smiling at me.
I arched my eyebrows.
"Can I help you?" I ask. She said something but my music is too loud. I read her lips, something about being new. I didn't care. She's to sprity and bright and it ruins my dark aura.
She taps my shoulder with her filthy manicured finger. I didn't turn to her. She plugged out my earphones.
"I asked if you go-"
I didn't let her finish. I took out my pocket knife and stabbed her. She's dead, I'm covered in blood, Piña Colada is playing. Hmm, I could really go for one right now...
