If you thought Milla was cold before, read this, it gets worse!
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Wednesday morning, I saw Rob talking to another girl. He was scratched, and bruised, and covered in bee stings, but the girl still seemed interested in him! I'll kill him! I thought, I mean it. How dare he! Or better yet, I'll kill her Her name was 'Drew Sheller. She was a total tomboy, but she was as beautiful as she could be. Every guy wanted her to be his girlfriend. She had long, light brown hair which she kept in a ponytail pulled through a baseball cap, light blue eyes with specks of green in them, and her face was completely flawless! She could have been a model! That only made me hate her more! I knew that she always had to pass the cemetery on her way home so I would use that to my advantage later that night!
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I wrote about her that night in the book. I wrote that as she passed the cemetery that day after school, 'Drew felt a sudden, harsh chill run up her spine. Then she heard someone calling for help somewhere in the old bone yard, 'Drew Sheller could never ignore a cry for help, so she traveled into the graveyard to see who it was. A thick, black fog rolled in around her, she didn't notice. The fog surrounded her and she couldn't breathe! She tried to run, but her hair got tangled in the branches of a weeping willow in the middle of the cemetery. The fog closed in, it was choking her, suffocating her. The branches of the willow wrapped around her neck, they squeezed her throat tight, so tight. She was dying. Poor 'Drew, she didn't know why this was happening to her, and she never would. The fog around her burned her skin like acid, her hair caught fire, and her nostrils filled with the smell of burning hair and rotting, burned flesh. She was dead within a matter of hours. Poor, sweet 'Drew, she was so young, so beautiful, and now, she's dead, most of her flesh was disintegrated, her hair was in burned, matted clumps, her clothes were covered in blood and ashes, her baseball cap was stained with blood too. The police didn't even find her body for three weeks! By then, the maggots had gotten to her. They had eaten her eyes from their sockets, most of her face was gone, and they could barely tell who she was anymore.
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It felt so good to kill her, so good, so right, it made me feel powerful. This power, which I now held, still scared me, but I loved it.
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Do you believe me now? I told you Milla could be worse, and did I lie? No, I didn't.