Charlotte Sun; She was happy. She was blue. (In her mind,) She had many friends among the other Clamburg children, especially Vendetta and Marvin. Yes, Charlotte was a good girl. She had no reason to die.

But everything does not need a reason to happen. Nobody knew what happened that day in the forest, or why they found her tangled in the wild roses. But one thing was for sure: Charlotte Sun was gone and never coming back.

April 1st, 2011...

"Oh boy! Vendetta, we're going on a field trip to the woods today! I hope we get to see some squirrels! Oh, or foxes, I LIKE foxes!" The fifteen year old Charlotte screeched happily. While she had become more aware of her surroundings and more able to dodge rocks smashing into her.

Vendetta sneered, "I hope you get EATEN by one of those foxes! The only reason I allow this trip is because the classroom bores me! And I prefer bringing my own clams, beef jerky and grape punch from home instead of eating the slop from our cafeteria!"

Charlotte stuck out her tongue and raised her eyebrow teasingly. "Oh, excuse ME princess! I had no idea you were in such a bad mood!" Over the years, her ignorant unawareness of Vendetta's insults had been replaced with the belief that it was all banter, playful teasing.

Vendetta sneered, saying not a word out loud, instead mumbling under her breath, "I hope you die..."

Charlotte's eyes widened and her lip trembled, as she tried not to cry. The teenage girl pretended that she didn't hear her. Char pretended that her friend's cruel words hadn't hurt her. But they did, and Vendetta giggled with the pleasure of having stung Charlotte.

Later on that day, after her comment had been forgotten, Vendetta watched the blue girl wander off into the semi-wet undergrowth of Clamburg National Forest. A good rain the night before had made things quite slippery, but still enjoyable with the spring weather in full force. She felt an unwelcome pang of guilt for what she had said, but a giggle from the insipid girl had sent it away like the now-increasing wind. She never knew that it would be the last time she saw her alive...

Later on, Mr. Milk called everyone for lunch. "I-I hope you all brought your lunches...heh heh. A-And if it's okay with you, Vendetta, I thought we might l-leave soon. The weather looks bad."

Vendetta noshed on her beef jerky, swallowed and declared, "We will stay until school is over!"

Mr. Milk jumped, cowering. It was no wonder he was still their teacher, even in 9th grade, for all of the others had either run away or gone insane. "O-Of course Vendetta! Hey...where's Charlotte?"

Everyone looked around, mumbling in question. Mr. Milk looked around. "Class, help me look for her! She couldn't have gone far, just look for shiny things or running water. She likes both of those." He was referring to the time she got "lost" in the History Museum, having accidentally fallen in the fountain staring at the shiny coins.

Vendetta mused to herself and Grudge as she wandered around the forest, somewhat searching for her nemesis and somewhat just wandering, "I wonder where the little brat has gone..."

Suddenly, something caught her eye; a flash of blue in a sea of red. Down by the bottom of a wading creek, in the mud of a bed of Spring Roses, Charlotte Sun was face down, scraped up to the point of bleeding, and completely lifeless with her face in the water. Vendetta shrieked inhumanly. "CHARLOTTE!"

She fell to the ground, whimpering, thinking silently, I asked for this...With four words...I killed Charlotte!