She had been used, beaten and insulted. But now, she would make a grand exit, with her dignity still intact, however frail it was.
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Massie stared at the pills in her hands. There was a silent debate raging inside, should she do it, or should she not? Massie closed her eyes hearing the sounds of her birthday party, but not the sound of anyone looking for her.
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She smiled bitterly, no one cared about her, she was just another pretty face that Westchester had to offer. The faces of all her supposed friends flashed through her mind, Alicia, Dylan, Derrick, Kristen, even "sweet" Claire.
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Her heart beat pounded in her ears, as she closed her eyes and swallowed one pill, then the next, until almost all 35 were gone. She had pill number 35 in her hand but she let it drop to the floor. She couldn't stand straight so she left her self drop to the floor.
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Massie laid there, her lips twisted into a bitter smirk. She was dying and no one cared. That showed how much she mattered to these people, that she spent almost her entire life with. Her heart began to slow down, and she felt her strength ebb away.
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She closed her amber eyes forever and everything was still. Her dress was draped perfectly, not one hair out of place, her lips, still in that bitter smirk and her feet crossed at the ankles, just like she had been taught her entire life.
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At her funeral, everything was fake. The tears, the sobs, the stories and the blessings. Alicia got control of the Pretty Committee, Derrick got Claire for his. Dylan got to brag about her fame without Massie's put down. Everyone had what they wanted, and all it took was the death of one girl.
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1 month later, no one even remembered the girl they had all once worshiped. They had all moved other to something trivial, like Olivia Ryans new nose. Massie Block was just a name that faded into the past, mentioned once a year, but that was it.
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Good Bye...