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When I walked down the school hallways, everyone averted their gaze, only to stare at me as soon as I passed them. I just kept a smirk plastered on my face. They were afraid of me. And that was great; that meant nobody would bother me. "...Rose Fursetino? Yeah, I heard she was brought in for questioning a few days ago." I turned around immediately, my eyes narrowing into a glare. Whoever just said that surely thought I was deaf, or they wouldn't have dared to even utter my name within my vicinity. And then I saw who the voice belonged to. Melody. Just thinking of her name brought a bitter taste to my mouth. She used to be my best friend. That, until I suddenly became "uncool" in the sixth grade, and she dumped me for the Drama kids. Melody was obsessed with theater; she got the lead in every school play, and she turned into a bragging snob. But everyone knew her acting skills were exaggerated, the drama teacher had a thing for her. Ew. I marched up to Melody and tapped her on the shoulder. Her friend's face paled, and Melody turned around. "What"- Melody's eyes widened, and her face turned red. "Oh, Rose... hi." she mumbled. "What's wrong? Are you nervous?" "W-why would I be nervous?" "You didn't hear? Mr. Dann was looking for you. He said something about meeting him at the catwalk." I said brightly. Melody looked happily surprised, then her expression darkened. "Since when did he talk to YOU? YOU'RE not even in theater." she haughtily asked. "Fine. Don't believe me. But it seemed important." I said, shrugging, and walking down the hall. I smiled when I saw Melody walking briskly past me, in the direction of the auditorium. Stupid girl. Mr. Dann wasn't looking for that slut, Melody. But the dark auditorium was always abandoned during free period. A perfect place to kill her. I silently followed her, pulling the hood of my sweatshirt up over my head. Melody turned and unlocked the door to the catwalk stairs, and started to ascend them. I swiftly got to the door, and grabbed it before it closed completely. Mr. Dann enjoyed holding rehearsals on the catwalk. It was some idiotic reasoning that the higher altitude made a person more creative. Melody was enthusiastic about it, and of course she would always venture upstairs to "talk" to him. She even was given the key to the catwalk door, because she was "responsible". Again, ew. As soon as she reached the catwalk, she walked towards the small closet at the end of it, sloughing off her shirt. She was wearing a revealing tank top underneath. I raised an eyebrow and reached to the control panel on the wall, snapping off the lights, sending us into complete darkness. Melody giggled. "Reese, you want it dark this time, huh?" she purred. I silently gagged. The rumors were true. A scandalous affair between a teacher and student was dramatic. But dramatic enough to give me an alibi. I tugged on a pair of gloves on the floor. Mr. Dann always wore them during rehearsals. He stated it was another theater thing. I doubted it. Melody exaggeratedly sashayed towards the couch by the closet, flopping on her back and sighing. I stopped myself from laughing at how pathetic she was, and quietly drifted over. "You're quiet today, Reese." I leaned towards Melody, gently caressing her collarbone. "That's because I'm not Reese." I whispered. I squeezed my hands around Melody's throat, and she snapped her eyes open in horror. I grinned as she struggled for air, and clawed at my hands. With the gloves, her nails were ineffective. I simply tightened my grip as her face turned red. "You're a mediocre actress. Sleeping with the drama teacher doesn't give you talent." I said as she gagged, her attempts to breathe were in vain. Melody's eyes glazed over, and her hands limply fell to her side, hitting the leather couch with a soft thud. Using the other glove, I took the gloves from my hands, and tossed them to the couch. One hit Melody in the face. The other fell to the floor. I really didn't feel bad for the predicament I was putting Mr. Dann in. It was his fault for cheating on his wife with a student. Content with the position of everything, I left the catwalk, and went to class as the bell rang. In a few minutes, people would find out. It was curtains for Melody.
Oh meh gawd. You USED A WORD THAT EVEN i DIDN'T KNOW THE DEFINITION OF! I thought my lexicon was infinite!!