The life of an undead cheerleader

The prank

It's the day before I... You know, I killed myself. I was dressed in my black and green cheer uniform. It all started with my car not starting, so I had to take the bus. When I was standing outside waiting patiently, all of a sudden, a vehicle passed, throwing water all over me, water all over my uniform, mud-covered my face, and makeup smeared down my cheeks. Now I'm pretty sure it was a black escalade, but it sped by so fast that I couldn't exactly see.  

The bus came, and I got on. I walked past every seat, and all the students placed their bags in the chair, making it to where I couldn't sit....then Sheldon, who I broke up with two weeks earlier, allowed me to sit next to him.

Now I know that he could have helped plan the prank, but he did the kindest thing. I'm a sucker for the kind, you know. You can't blame me.
He hands me his jacket and wraps it around my shoulders. He seemed worried. "Faith, what happened?!" he was defiantly concerned ..... I rolled my eyes.
" I was just splashed with water by a car driving by; no big deal now, just leave me alone...." Now I know I was kind of rude, but he's a complete ass, okay? I couldn't help it; I was already angry.
He looked out the window, saddened. I'm that person who feels bad after they do something rude, so I apologized pretty much right after.
 We arrived at school. And as soon as I stepped off the bus, people turned and started to laugh. I looked down, embarrassed, so I ran into the school. Then to add to the problem, as I ran down the hallway, my backpack strap broke, and it fell to the floor with a loud thud; all of my stuff fell out, and I had to stop to pick it up. Everyone once again turned pointed and laughed....again. 

 Now, even more embarrassed, one of my fellow cheerleaders walked up to me. I expected her to help. Well, I was wrong; in one hand, she grabbed my arm and, with the other, threw a drink in my face; my makeup ran down my face even further. She laughed and pushed me to the ground. The worse part during all of this was she was the only cheerleader I only talked to.  

I got up and ran into the girl's locker room, locking myself in a stall, and I'm not going to lie, I cried, and I mean, I cried a lot. Then someone knocked on my stall door.
A mysterious voice spoke, "Hey, are you okay...."
I sniffed softly " yea, I'm fine" I opened the door; this girl named Alexis stood there with a makeup bag in hand.
"I saw what happened... Let's get you cleaned up" I smiled softly
"Thank you," I spoke with a soft, calm voice hoping not to scare her off.
She smiled "look, Christina is a bitch; she has been all over me since the 3rd grade. She opened her makeup bag and took out wipes to remove the wholly ruined makeup on my face. Then got to work on redoing it. "So your name is Faith, right? " I nod softly.
"Do you also happen to have extra clothing? " I ask, looking down at my uniform.
She nods. " Yea, let's go to my locker. I have some sweats; they aren't much, but they are comfortable."
We got up and walked out of the locker room, and walked down the hall. Now and then, someone would stick their foot out and try to trip me. Every once in a while, it would work, but I dodged them as much as possible. When we got to her locker, a football player approached us. I cringed when he held out his hand, thinking I might get hit or another drink in my face, but he was trying to be nice. Eventually, I trusted him, but I was wrong to do so.
At lunch is when the worst part of it all happened.
So as everyone else did, I got my lunch and went to sit in my usual spot alone in a corner. Then multiple people, for some odd reason, came and sat next to me, even Sam(the football player I started to trust.) then, all at once they all slammed their food in my face, hair, and all over Alexis's sweats. Sam was the first to go, then everyone joined in and started to throw food at me. They called me things, like "whore" and even "slut".  Here's the thing though Sheldon is the only attractive guy I've ever dated. I've never had sex, so why would they even think to call me those kinds of things. I'm not sure.

When I had enough, I knew where I could get a gun and where to shoot it. My English teacher Mr. Mike Willams always left a pistol in his desk for lockdown reasons.  I could go into the locker room where Alexis did my makeup and shoot there. It would be impossible to think that's where I could be because no one but me goes in there anymore.
So I went to Mr. Williamss classroom (who was at lunch), grabbed his pistol, and stuffed it in my jacket pocket. As I walked down the hallway, all you could hear was laughter, and name-calling all pointed towards me... but wait, why....oh right, because I'm covered in school lunch mud and slushies.
I arrived in the locker room and checked everywhere to ensure I was alone, even though I already knew  I went into a shower and held the gun to my temple.
 BANG!!!
My body fell limp, and I fell to the floor, blood rushing out and going down the water drain in the shower. Now think of turning on a sink in the bathroom and seeing red instead of clear. Yup, our water is reused in sinks. It gets the shower and water fountain water. Gross, I know, but someone was going to turn on that water and see my blood and think something was wrong. But everyone had already heard the gunshot and looking for the cause of the sound.  The last place they will look is where I'll be. In the shower, pistol, in hand, blood rushing from my temple and a note on the wall with blood splattered on it that only reads. "I'll be back bitches"