It had been a long day. Eighth grade was hard, and Billie was being a jerk today. Greta just wanted some time to herself. The solution? A nice, hot bubble bath. Greta dipped her toe in the water and inhaled the sweet rose aroma emanating from the tub. "Just right," she sighed.
She dropped her towel on the ground and flipped on the radio on the counter. The latest Dixie Chicks hit started to play. "I love this song!" Greta squealed. She quickly slid herself into the tub and began belting the tune out at the top of her lungs. Somewhere in the middle of the third verse, the bathroom door creaked open.
"Billie!" Greta quickly crossed her arms over her chest and pulled her knees up to cover herself. "What are you doing in here?!"
Billie calmly moved to the counter, his slender arm reaching out to the radio. "Paying my last respects, sis."
"Huh?" Before Greta could question her brother further, she felt an immense jolt of pain. "GAAH!"
Billie stood back, watching as his sister sank into the water, the radio resting on her stomach, her innocent, lifeless eyes still fixed on his dark, soulless ones. He grinned. "You're just the first to be in Harm's way."