- 8.
The dark clouds that I thought had
disappeared from my life were gathering
again, even thicker this time, making it hard
く
“I don’t know who put the money in my desk,”
I said. “But I swear I didn’t steal it.”
That’s all I got out before the other students
started yelling.
“I always knew Ashley had sticky fingers. I’m
not surprised she stole the money.”
“Yeah, how else would she suddenly have
money to pay the fee?”
“And we were all together during gym. She’s
the only one who was off by herself.”
“She did it! You think she’s doing it because
she’s messed up in the head, and wants to
hurt us?”
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“I’m so scared! Since she came to this school,
nothing but bad things have happened. She’s
a bad luck charm.”
“She’s so awful. She steals from her
classmates. I don’t want to be in the same
class as her. Mrs. Davison, can’t you expel
her?”
Chrissy’s little minions were the loudest.
Even I could see that she was behind it.
“Chrissy, it was you! You did this! Why are
you trying to frame me?”
I clenched my fists.
Chrissy looked at me mockingly, widening her
eves innocently
“Ashley, what are you talking about? You
stole the money. If I were you, I’d slink away
and drop out. How can you even show your face here? You must really disappoint your
parents. Ugh!”
I snapped. I charged at her, grabbing her by
the neck and slamming her to the ground.
Desks and chairs crashed everywhere. The
class was in chaos.
Everyone tried to pull me off, but I was on top
of Chrissy, putting all my weight on her.
She screamed and scratched and kicked at
- me. I felt scratches on my face, but I didn’t
care. I just kept squeezing her neck.
In that moment. I really wanted her to die
r
Chrissy, you already took seventeen years of
my life. Why do you have to keep ruining me?
You’ve taken so much away from me. My life
was finally getting better. Why, why do you
have to do this?
If you died, it would be so much better.
You’re the one who owes me!
“Ashley, stop it!” Mrs. Davison was yelling.
“Stop it, everyone! What are you doing?”
The commotion in our class quickly drew
attention from the outside.
I saw a group of men in suits standing in the
doorway, with blood dripping into my eye.
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It was the principal, the superintendent, and
surrounded by them, my father.
Our eyes met, and his face hardened.
Chrissy was already screaming, “Dad,
Ashley’s trying to kill me!”
