Catfight=Tragedy

I needed to tell her something. She is so rude I just want to punch her right in the nose. I don't think that she had to be so mean either. I didn't do anything to her, but I might as well have done something with the way she was acting.1

It all started the day I began high school. I was basically a no one because no one wanted to talk to me. They made fun of me all of the time. I could not take it for that long.2

One day I snapped. The difference on this day was that I was dealing with crap from home and school. My parents were fighting again. When I got to school, everyone laughed at me because of the way I looked. My face was red with tears.3

I saw the mean girl. She was laughing with all of the people I call monkeys. I call her the ring leader. She was considered the most beautiful girl in the school. I considered her the dumbest girl in the whole world. 4

I decided then to confront the bee-otch. I looked her straight in the eyes. I ignored the fact that she just finished making out with TWO guys. I told her that I thought she was a ****. 5

Everyone in the "circus" stopped laughing. She looked at me and said excuse me in her nastiest voice possible. I was so fed up at that point that I said, "You heard me!" After that I just ***** slapped her across the face.6

It felt so good. I dropped all of my stuff on the floor and waited for her reaction. All she did was laugh and say let's go.7

I realized I had to finish the fight I started. I punched her in the stomach and knocked her down. Once she was down I made sure she stayed there. All I had to do was kick her.8

I soon accidentally knocked her out. I didn't realize how strong I was. Everyone just stared in shock. They didn't know I had a Hulk side of me.9

I ran away to my first class after that. I didn't want to get in trouble especially after the fact that the ring leader was unconscious. I could get expelled if I was at the scene.10

When I got home that day my parents were waiting for me in the living room. They both had on their "we need to have a talk" looks.11

I tried to run to my room without getting seen, but they caught me. I sat down in the chair across from both of them. My mom asked me why I got into a fight in school. All I told them was that I was being "bullied" and I was using "self-defense."12

My parents didn't believe me. They just had on a really scary/disappointed/angry look on their faces. The faces really made me nervous.13

My dad began to speak. He told very slowly that the ring leader from my school had passed away in the hospital.14

I jumped out of my seat. I ran to my room and began to cry. The reality had set in and I took a look at my knuckles. They were dry with blood. The same thing was on my sneakers.15

I began to think. I realized that I could go to jail and was probably going to go to jail. I felt like I didn't want to live.16

I made a plan. I would go to school the next day and act like a rebel. I would make out with the ring leader's boyfriend. This same guy was actually my childhood best friend and would be boyfriend if she hadn't hypnotized him. I would then just kill myself before the law caught up with me.17

I thought of this as a good plan and went to sleep with my door locked and none of my homework done.18

When I woke up I wore my prettiest outfit. I walked to school and searched for him. I would like to call him "Derek". He was wearing all black and sitting in a corner. 19

I walked up to him like nothing was wrong. I sat down right next to him and pretended to look the other way. I slipped my hand on his knee by "accident." "Derek" turned to look at me and I apologized.20

I took another look at him and gave him a small peck on the lips. It felt like we were meant to be together. It seemed like he felt the same way because he kissed me back. It was actually more passionate than the kiss I gave him. We stayed like that for five minutes. I began to feel guilty about what I was going to do at the end of the day.21

I decided to tell "Derek" goodbye. I was never going to see him again so I might as well have told him. I made him know that I loved him and always did so he could feel guilty about what he did to him.22

He realized that he also loved me. "Derek" told me he didn't want to go without me. I realized I didn't want to either.23

We both soon ran out of school together. We knew what we were going to do once we got to my house. This did not mean anything. We were just going to go to my backyard.24

I opened the gate and showed him the pocket knife I had hidden. He looked at me and smiled. We were young lovers and didn't want to be away from each other.25

"Derek" soon began to hesitate. He quickly decided to just hide in my house and asked me to do the same. I told him to wait inside and would be there soon. 26

He agreed and walked inside. I waited a minute until I knew that he wasn't able to see me. I grabbed the knife and said that this was for all the pain I had to go through. I stabbed the knife into the middle of my chest. I began to cry and fell to the floor dead.27