At 7:40 in the morning a new female student came in. She has long curly hair that hanged down her waist. She's beautiful, to describe her. An intelligent and a talented one.
I envy her. Call me gay for fighting against her. I don't care. Since the day she came to our school, my life became miserable. I finally found my opponent. There's such time when I joined a journalism contest, so did she. She won the first place in Feature writing and I fell short. I was just a second placer. And I hate her.
I hate it when I got defeated by her. I hate her presence.
Until such time, we joined in essay writing contest. I made a deal with her. If she won the contest, I'd bring her to the school's museum since she loved to be there, but she just didn't know how. Unluckily, I got defeated again and that made me keep my promise to her. Yes, I brought her to the school's museum. I finally got the chance to do the thing I've longed to do to her.
I intentionally threw at her the artificial snake as she busily scrutinize the valuable things inside. She got startled which made her trip, causing her to actually fell downstairs. That day, I lost her. I lost the girl I hate the most. And that day, the girl I intentionally killed turned out to be my long lost sister.
