Well hello there! So I'd like to take a moment to thank everyone for the reviews. I'm no longer scared of posting this, so thank you. Here it is. Oh, and I forgot to tell you that I don't own the O.C. Or any of the characters. Lucky for me, because I would hate to own Marissa.

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I woke up this morning feeling so happy and refreshed. It was wonderful. I decided to call Summer and ask her if she wanted to hang out, and she happily agreed.

"I dunno, Coop. I'm really tired, and you're still recovering from--"

"So you'll come?"

"Um, ok, but I don't know if it's such a good--"

"Yay!"

It's this little thing we do. Every Saturday, we go to the mall, sit and talk, and then shop!

Lately, though, Summer gets all bored and tries to talk about herself all the time.

She doesn't seem to understand that I have important things to say too! I mean, not everything can be about her, and I have rights just like her.

She used to be so cool. Like, we'd talk about what I had for lunch, and then I'd tell her about my tennis match, and then we'd go into deep conversation about my new purse.

But now she's friends with Death Breath Seth, and that is so uncool.

So I think he told her to talk more about the things she does and says and crap, and now she wants to talk about herself all the time. It's so annoying.

Back in the day, we'd run into Holly and her bratty, clone friends and we'd take them shopping too. Now Holly and her friends still have the same routine they used to have, even though they know it'll interfere with mine.

It's amazing how selfish some people can be.

So now I'm getting ready to go. I've got my awesome Chanel purse sitting on my desk, ready to take with me. I know it was expensive, but, I mean, $2,000 is nothing when it comes to making yourself happy.

And it's only my college account anyways.

I would bet my favorite Manolo Blahniks that if my purse could talk, it would tell you all about our good times together.

There was that one time, when I saw Ryan at Holly's party, and I was carrying it around. Those were the good times. Before Holly slept with my boyfriend. She's such a skank. I swear, the next time she tries to talk to me, I'll be all, "Shut up, fattie!" Hee. I'm so witty.

I'm trying to think of what I should spend my money on at the mall. Think. Think. Think.

I think I'll buy something for Ryan this shopping trip. Like, I don't know, a gift certificate to South Coast Plaza. That would be perfect. That way, he can buy me a Christmas present without actually having to buy me a Christmas present!

Sometimes my intelligence amazes me.

But anyways... oh my god.

That is the prettiest butterfly I've ever seen.

It's all pink, and fluttery, and pretty! Like me!

I hope it flies in here and lands on my Chanel purse. That would be so nice. I mean, it must naturally be attracted to anything of mine, since my stuff is pretty, just like it.

So, logically, it should be attracted to me.

But why isn't it flying in here? Why isn't it landing on my nose? I should go talk to it and ask it why it isn't landing on my nose. But it's outside, and I don't want to go outside.

Holy Shit. I think the butterfly just flipped me off. It gave me the bird! What a douche bag!

I think I'll go out there and kick its ass.

Ow! The window is really hard. Oh. Right. You're supposed to open it. Sometimes, I swear that my mom puts stupid into my coffee. Like, what other reason could there be for my occasional lack of smartness?

Anyways, now the window's open. I'm going to jump and grab that stupid butterfly and kill it! Although it would be a shame to kill something so pretty. Oh well. I'll jump on three.

One... Two... Five...

Crap! It flew away! I bet you I can still catch it. Where was I? Oh, right.

Six... Three!

Oh no! I didn't catch it! Why am I falling? Shouldn't I be floating? I knew that stupid diet didn't work.

Crash

Ow... My bones... Oh look! A butterfly! It landed on my nose!

I'm sleepy. I think I'll sleep. Oh! A white light! Awesome!

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Wow. That was an amazing amount of fun to write. Stay tuned for the next chapter of "We All Killed Marissa", where the rest of the gang joins in the fun of killing Marissa! Now, if only we got to join in... So, if anyone has any suggestions on how Marissa should die, feel free to tell me about them. If there's one that everyone seems to have, I'll do it. And don't worry. This won't go on forever. It won't be non-stop Marissa killing until the show starts. I'll end it eventually.