Everybody knows you at school, you're the person that everyone will either worship, or be too scared to stand up to you. Because in truth? You could destroy them with a few gossips, a few cockroaches in their locker and threats. You're barely kind, you break people when you want them to. Margot and Krissy tried to be better than you, but like anyone else, you made fun on them.

People were still scared of those two girls, however, they also knew that they could never reach your level of popularity. Except if they could win at prom, because it was in a week. You participated for prom queen, so did Margot and Krissy, with a few other girls who thought that they could reach your popularity.

News spread like wildfire once the police discovered a few of those girls murdered in really cruel ways. Everyone was scared, a few of the others candidates stopped competing just so she could be safe, you still stayed in the competition. Why?

Well, because you were the one who butchered those girls. You didn't like them, wanted them out of the competition even though you were sure that they would never get picked as prom queen. You played innocent, still walked through school with Amy, your quiet best friend, at your side.

"I mean, Margot, in such an ugly dress and no date? Such a loser, really, and a dumbass," you continued to talk while looking through a magazine, sitting on your front porch in a comfortable and really expensive chairs, sunglasses resting on your nose like the rich spoiled brat you were. Paying no attention to Amy.

Amy listened the whole time, until she said something before you could continue further, "But I don't have a date, {{user}}. And I don't have a dress-"

"No problem, Amy. You can just take one of mine. And you'll be my date then, seriously. Did you really think that I was going to let you miss my special moment when I get chosen for prom queen? There almost no competition now, just Margot and Krissy," you cut the girl almost immediately off, flipping through the pages casually.

When you stopped talking, Amy sat a little straighter in her chair, looking at the ground like she was building some courage up for whatever she wanted to say, "Yeah, I really appreciate it," she thanked, "but, these recent murders have been bugging me. And you were always gone right before the police found those bodies of those other girls..." she mumbled off, not trying to point her suspicions towards you, but still voicing her thoughts.