1.

Future. Unknown time.

Maddie

Coldness hugged my body as blood continuously gushed out of four or five places: My broken nose, bullet hole in my right leg, stab wound on my side, and my punctured eyeball. I didn't fear even though I should- after all, it's got my friends.

Instead, I stretched my arms out like a bird ready to take off and join the others up above. I was ready to join the others... just not above.

And I still had something to say.

"You know what time it is, --------?" The killer tilted its head in confusion, but never taking the Glock 19 off my direction. Yes, I was bleeding badly and the killer was here so I decided not to fight anymore; if I ran now, I'd still die either way!

However, I was also very determined to piss this asshole even more. Tasting a twinge of metal as I licked my lips, I smiled, "It's bitching time!"

I let out an indifferent laugh as It bellowed an ear-piercing scream, and I took note of the hate in that voice. At the same time, it pulled the trigger. I was thankful.

The loud 'BANG' seemed music to my ears.

A couple of weeks earlier...

2.

Present. Monday, 6:43

Maddie

Legs attractively crossed, I dabbed a well-manicured finger across my lower lip to clean away the smudge. I, then, rubbed them against each other and opened my mouth with a 'pop'. Perfect! One thing that I've learned over the years is that warm shades, like Heartbeat, always went well with blondes.

"Shouldn't we go now, Maddie? Aren't we gonna be late for school?" Chanel Givens asked: an Ariana Grande wannabe who almost perfected the artist's aesthetics, was wearing her own recreation of the Clooney Benji hoodie, which in her case was a sweater; an imitation of a Louis Vuitton Shoulder Pochette bag, and; a pair of brown suede boots.

Beside her was Adela Hemingway, the sexy but dumb bitch of the school in her vibrant pink winter jacket and it's not even wintering yet!

I'm Madison Colt - Maddie to my friends - and I'm the Queen of Ademar High. I hold a reputation as the golden girl. Pretty, rich, smart, envied, and chased by many, even worshipped! Oh well, pretty girls gotta be pretty girls, right?

"Are you rushing me, Chanel?" I raised an eyebrow as if to taunt. Just wait for her reaction, it's helpless!

She waved her hands in dismissal and stuttered, "No-ho! Of course not! T-t-t-ache... Take! Take your time it's ohhkay." Sweat was building upon her forehead, ruining her makeup. Then there she was, on her knees, crying, "I'm so sorry, Maddie. I didn't mean to be so rushy. Please don't leak my video!"

Wise choice.

My face vivified and I beamed her a heartwarming smile, "Loosen up, chic! Don't worry, I'll try to get my playful little fingers off your video making out with the school's geek, Thaddeus Winson... And oh! Your mascaras' falling off and you might wanna fix that." I tapped the tip of the makeup-filled nose, twice, with my index finger, "You wouldn't want to look like yourself now, would you?"

Believe me, if I say that she isn't ugly, but it's just that she freaks out whenever she doesn't look like Ari.

Picking up my own Vuitton, I made my way to the door, " 'Dela, you coming or what?"

The other girl wrapped an arm around mine while munching her brownie. With a mouthful, she said, "Her reaction was soy kyah!" She meant 'so cute' and yes, she's one of those girls who think they're cool by adding and/or replacing 'H's and 'Y's to words and saying them using their high saccharine voices.

I shrugged, "No, it wasn't. It was disgusting!" And the door gave a soft click.

3.

Present. Still Monday, 9:12.

Maddie

History was very boring. That's for the others, by the way. It's actually my favorite subject!

Personally, because I love rummaging through people's pasts and grab whatever dirty little secret so I can use it against them when the need arises.

Mr. Rowan Roberts -our extremely huge History teacher in his black loafers and a button-up shirt tucked in his slacks- was discussing Ancient Rome. The wars, the leaders, the wars again.

I think he's a great teacher but I dislike him for two things: One, I think he'll die because Type 2 diabetes, Coronary heart disease or Osteoarthritis soon enough so he'll be a cliffhanger teacher, and it's no fun starting like a dying person, no hate intended.

"Can anyone -Arrgh!- gimme a brief introduction of Julius Caesar... the brave and mighty! The way he slashed his enemies with his swoooord and bathed himself with their- Err- bloooodddddd- d-d- d"

Two, he does an awful Thor imitation and he's pretty much convinced he nailed it! I mean, does Thor even talk like that? Oh, whatever.

"Three sentences will do, children."

Miserable faces of poor souls surrounded me. Myra Tan was scribbling over a piece of paper, probably one of those freaky little love letters she gives to guys in hopes of popping her cherry; Chanel Givens was turning red even with the thick layers of makeup, obviously eager to answer but I already took care of that. Besides, she aced the test last Friday and that is enough; Corey Shane stared at the ceiling, a hand on his groin. There've been tittle-tattles about him and Ally Wright (former minion, and the Debate club's president) going around which spread faster than fire, and; Adela Hemingway, who was two chairs behind me, was rai-

What the fuck?

She was tentatively raising her hand! She couldn't have possibly known the answer, she's dimwitted!

I gave her a death glare when she mouthed 'I've got answer'. She really is the dumbest, most stupidest bitch ever! But I wasn't gonna let her win so I raised a hand too.

"Finally! I've two students alive and well," Mr. Roberts exclaimed. "Three!" He held his stomach and laughed as if he, me, and the rest of the world had gone mad, like what the fuck?

Bones cracked as I directed my gaze to my right. If you haven't guessed, the wannabe raised her hand too. Oh, I'm so gonna love to pull some extensions out!

I'm not mad, you know, not mad at all! My fists we're just naturally clenched; my eyebrows naturally furrowed, and; my face into a natural scowl.

"Who, among these three beautiful women, shall I pick? Alright, amaze us with your answer," He waved a hand on my way.

I knew it!

"Born on July 13, 100 BC, Gaius Julius Caesar is famously known for extending Rome's reach based on geography and changing its imperial system into dictatorship, which, I think, is truly an act of an extremely brilliant mind." Amazed stares were upon me as I elaborated on each sentence that I stated and couldn't help but smile. That's right, be amazed people. No one can do things as I do and you know it.

"...He died because of 23 stab wounds in a senate meeting and those same people in the said meeting did him ill. It happened at the base of Curia in the Theatre of Pompey. Gaius Cassius Longinus and Marcus Julius Brutus led his assassination and if you'd ask me, I'd say it's a total waste of energy and an extremely brilliant mind, " I paused, thinking about the redundancy that was necessary. " That has been my eloquently delivered answer, thank you!"

Almost panting, I sat down. And using a carefully pressed Chanel white silk handkerchief, I wiped my sweat away with elegance and beauty. Our history teacher fixed his shirt and cleared his throat, " You never failed to amaze us, the other faces of the class, with your superfluous answers, Miss Colt..."

Superfluous? You thought my answer was too much? Oh, sir, I could've done better!

"...However, there's a tiiiny piece of problem."

What could it be? It wasn't something that I said, right? I admit, I went way too far from three sentences but other than that, my chest is empty.

"I wasn't done talking yet." Mr. Roberts slightly bent his head forward and smiled awkwardly.

What do you mean?

Oh!

Then, he very silently snapped his fingers for a good three minutes and looked around, unsure if he should say what was next. " Err- Ahh... I was aaaa supposed to pick? Miss Hemingway?"

Double oh.

Whispers, giggles, and suppressed laughter filled the air. Most students leaned over the others to gossip; the rest of them took out their phones and rapidly click the screens of their own. And I'll be damned if I didn't know what they did.

'She didn't even wait like-'

'I wonder how she's gonna hand-'

'The nerve of -'

'C'mon, tweet it!'

I looked down as my eyes stung. Little by little, the classroom became nothing than a blurry video clip. My handkerchief wrinkled when I held it tightly as if my life depended on it. The humiliation, I can't!

"Remember that we also have to acknowledge the other faces of the class. I mean no harm dear but have you ever heard of the quote 'patience is the key to success'?" Sir Rowan stared at me, his eyes brimming with hope.

I nodded.

"Well, I want you to have that as your motto, dear since based on my observation, impatience really is your downfall," to my relief, he started packing. "What do you say?"

"Wha-" I sniffed, " I'll try my best to be forbearing. I swear I will."

"How about to..." His lips found Adela's way as he pouted.

Hemingway made her version of woe and despair by fancily placing a hand on her forehead, "Yahh, you should really say sorry to me! Then you'll feel embarrassed and awkward and our friendship'll be ahhwful!"

If she just hadn't acted like a child, I wouldn't have this urge to break one of her fingers!

'Cat got your-"

'So not coo-'

'She'll hear you-'

'No no. Don't post it just yet!'

Instead of asking for forgiveness, I remained silent which kept everyone's eyes on me. I wasn't gonna be a laughing stock by saying 'sorry' to a dumb bitch. They're even lucky that I delivered an accurate and pleasing-to-hear answer than Adela who would've said whatever God forbade.

The bell had been my savior! That's what I thought, at least, because as soon as the teacher was out of sight, those suppressed laughter burst out. So much for not being a laughing stock.

Yes, I was hurt but no one did more harm to me than my minions. Givens made her way to the door and was joined by Hemingway who munched her oh-so-fudgy-brownie, "Her reaction was so kyah!"

Why did that seem so... familiar?

Chanel shrugged, "No, it wasn't. It was disgusting!" And the door gave a soft click.

I stared after them with my mouth agape.

How dare she use my words against me?! I know it was my fault but I wasn't gonna say it out loud; no sir, not me. I only wanted to be number one, admired and envied, sought after! It's definitely not my fault if I was better than anyone else.

Two thoughts dominated my mind then: Never have I ever hated another blonde like this, I wanted to rip all her fingernails! More psychotically, never have I ever wanted to kill a ponytailed chic.

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Love, love,

Charleeeyy