Poor Alice :(

Disclaimer; I own nothing.

I don't sleep well, I toss and turn.

Why did you give away my seat?

Mom and Dad had to collect me from school.

Excuses that I felt under the weather.

I did feel sick, but I knew the cure.

Miss TA was in today with her short hair and dark make up.

She giggles when you talk.

I want to throw up.

Her hand reaches out to yours.

I don't know where it came from, but I scream.

You run over, touching your hand to my head.

I smile smugly at Miss TA over your shoulder.

Yeah, get the message bitch.

He's mine.

He just doesn't know it yet.

She's beginning to get in the way.

It's 3 a.m. and I sneak down the trellis that creeps up outside my window.

I ride my bike to her address.

Her Little Sedan is parked in the drive.

Just a friendly warning this time, I think.

Pulling out Emmett's Swiss army knife, I walk nonchalantly down the side of her car.

The wind covers the grind of metal on metal.

Consider yourself warned.