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Chapter 1

"At this very moment I feel my most pride and joy. I hope that all of you could be just like me one day." The competition had just ended and Julie had taken, and practicly stolen with her fathers connections, the prom queens tiara. "A toast to Julie, our new prom queen." The room, half-bitter with jealousy, became cluttered with clanging glasses and sour comments. They all drank and the chatter would soon begin again. Before they could , their preppy host intergected his voice into the sweet moment of non-prom queen conversation. "So Julie, anything more to say?" He put the microphone infront of the face of a pale Julie Rosset. She coughed a few times and grabbed her throat, releasing the glass from her hand. It shattered on the ground as she whimpmered one word, "Help...". She fell to her knees and the glass cut her legs. She started to cough up a puddle of blood and gasps fell over the prom. Then, the coughing stopped and Julie Rosset fell with her back to the ground. Her white satin dress splatered with blood. The silence was broken through with a peircing scream, making panic and chaos the ruins of this once bitter room of students.