Ok I didn't really kill that kid. No I didn't touch him. I sat in the principle's office with that erisistablely clean smile, twisting my hair, and looking, maybe, like an angel. Bleach blond hair down, purple bow perched onto. Torn red tie, skinny jeans, school blouse plus skirt, and that tattoo no one really knew about. Yeah sure some people guessed that I had one. Some even thinking it was some devil worshiper symbol or the Nazi Crest. However you put it was there. Two angel wings where angel wings should be.
So there was this guy. Hottest skater you ever saw, that happened to be the guy I wanted. Tall, black hair, no fat. And yes the rumors are true; I was going out with him. And yes we were the ones behind the school. But still I didn't kill the guy. I don't really know how it happened. We were walking near the street walking to the Guitar Center. Hell I knew he had been cheating on me. It was practically obvious. That girl, Sally I think, had been seen everywhere with him. Rumor has it; he went to her apartment three days ago.
But hell no one in here would ever dump him. He was like a flipping angel carved his face. "I didn't push him into the street alright!" I said to the principle's pasty white face. So what happened or seemed to happen was we were walking allow the street and all of a sudden he was lifted into the street and dropped right in front of an SUV. "I swear I didn't push him! No Voodoo either!"
No one at school really understood. All saying: What the hell or He was a good guy. Like I had actually done it. Sally was the hardest always giving me that look, like she knew I screwed her brother. Whitch she probably did know. Some teachers were even going so far as to thanking me for killing him. Heck he wasn't the greatest student, but neither was I. Not like that creep Marry L, who suposebly had this great skill in music that no one really belived.
Curly, brown, bouncing hair half pulled back, white blose tucked in, blue skirt that went practicly to her knees. And that stupid thin lip smile that broght you to your knees. Her poision brown met my icy blue and killed them. She was the god of our school, the single ho that was beilved to have the princable as her loyal servent. Marry's dad was the head of district office and had the fattest face you had ever seen. Her ugly, excuse for a voice said, "Oh, hhi Izzy." The h held for way to long.
"Hi, Mary."
"How are we doing."
"Do you really care."
"Oh its just … I got excepted into this high school for genuses."
"Wow," yawn, "Why the hell did they ecsept you?"
"My musical talent."
"Right. Um I have to go." I pointed to the door to Science.
The mail box is practicly full. Nothing worth looking at but random advertisements saying that you should be a new purse or something like that. Shifting through I find a packege addressed to me.
Miss Izzy Dallas
15037 Village Rd
Jamaica, NY 11432
Opening the box I found a letter crambed into a corner. Taking it out. Something about going to this school they called Bloor Academy for geniuses. Hope that's not the school Mary is going to.