Hiya! How's everyone doing? Good, I hope. So, same disclaimers apply, and thanks for the reviews, y'all. They made me laugh so hard. Since I'm lazy and it's so hard to reply to reviews, I'll do so (for one of them) right here.

oc.i.luv.u: I don't hate Marissa, per se, I just really, really dislike her. Her character could be improved upon so much, and since TPTB aren't doing so, it makes me frustrated, and I release my frustrations on killing Marissa. Every. Single. Day. And it's fun for me, so I hope you can like it even though I'm so mean to Marissa.

As for the requests, don't think that I'm ignoring them. To those of you who enjoy my evil rampage bent on killing Marissa every single day, you'll be pleased to know that I have a big list in my journal of all the ways I've decided to kill Marissa. It's long, man. It's long as hell. And I really hope no one finds it, because they might think I'm some freaky serial killer. Anywho, here's the story, hope you enjoy.

Oh, and to all of you who will notice, if this story were a cereal, it would be called Random. And don't forget, a big bowl of Random every day makes you big and strong, and it makes you point out random stuff like: "Your eyes have irises!" and the ever popular: "Theresa's prugnunt."

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I think I'll kick Coop's ass if she shows up here today.

I've been waiting here for more than an hour and she still hasn't shown up. I thought about leaving about twenty minutes ago, but then I thought that she might show up and not see me here, and go on a psycho soap-opera style rampage, killing herself with a bottle of poisoned Tequila and yelling at everyone who's in the mall that no one loves her and life sucks.

Well, maybe not, but she might get depressed and run off crying.

I'm sure she has a good excuse as to why she left me here waiting for an hour, but it better not include a bag or make-up of any kind.

Oh crap. It's Holly. Oh crap, oh crap, look away, act stupid, pretend not to see her.

"Hi Sum!"

Shit.

"Hi Holl."

One of the clones is giggling like a giggly vapid slut, and I want to strangle her with her own pom pom.

Ok. Calm down, Summer. Just because you're getting all twitchy doesn't mean you're about to have a rage blackout. Everything is fine.

"Holl. Sum. Hee! That's so funny. It's like saying 'wholesome' when you're actually saying the names of two people!"

Don't call her a giggly vapid slut. Don't call her a giggly vapid slut.

"Summer, why are you twitching?"

Dammit! Who knew that Holly's head had something in it besides moths and the thought of boys with their shirts off?

"Hmm? I'm not twitching." That's it. Deep, calming breath.

"Oh. Ok. Heather, Hailey, Hannah?"

Ew. They all just looked at her at the same time.

"Could you girls leave us alone for a second? I've got to talk to Summer."

Double Ew. They all nodded at the same time.

She's sitting down in front of me. Oh god, what do I do? What do I do? She's going to ask me if Luke and Marissa got back together. I just know it.

"So... how are you?"

Huh?

"Whah-- I mean--" Well that's a new one. She's never asked me that before.

"I'm good." Just smile and look pretty. "How 'bout you?"

"I'm ok, I guess." I think she wants me to ask her what's wrong. She sighs, flutters her eyelids, and looks away.

"What's wrong?" I sigh enthusiastically, trying to show her that I'm not asking out of the kindness of my heart.

"Well, I was hoping to run into Marissa today, and she's not here."

She really is a smarty pants, ain't she?

"Good job."

"Yeah, so anyways, I was wondering if you knew where she was."

"Um, no. That's why I'm waiting for her. She was supposed to meet me here about an hour ago."

She nods and pouts. "Well, maybe something happened." I don't like the way she said that. Much too enthusiastically.

"Maybe something did."

"Maybe we should go check on her. You know, at home."

Excuse me. We? Oh hell no.

"I'm really busy, though, and since she probably isn't coming, I think I'm going to go home. Oh look, it's a butterfly!"

I knew she'd fall for that one. Just walk away quickly and you're home free.

"Summer? Where are you going?"

To the deepest, darkest corner of hell, where I'll be far away from you... bitch.

"I'm going... to-- uh-- get some..." I'm looking around for an idea of what to say. I'll say anything. Is that a Jew fro I see? "Seth." Oh god.

"You're going to get some Seth?" She looks at me with an equal mix of confusion and pure disgust, and my hands curl into fists at my sides.

"I meant, I'm going to get some rest."

"Oh." She pauses for a second and looks away. For the briefest moment, she looks guilty. "If you're worried about Marissa, we can go check on her. You know, just to make sure she's alright?"

I nod despite my gut instinct telling me not to. "Sure. Ok."

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Holly really feels bad about something, and it's making me antsy. This cannot be good. Not in any dimension can this be good. This girl stole three boyfriends in two weeks, got them all together, and dumped them. At the same time.

And then she walked out of the room and bought herself a pair of shoes. All smiles.

So, I told her that whatever it was that was bothering her would be ok, and instead of going to Marissa's house so that she could whine to me about her life, we went to Holly's place and had a sleepover.

Yes, yes, I know, I hate the girl, but she was sad. I can't stand to see sad people.

So now, at around 8:00 a.m., we're going to go check on Marissa.

"Oh my god, is that Marissa?"

She's lying on the ground, next to her favorite tree. I run over to her and take her side.

"Honey, are you alright?"

"Oh my god, oh my god, this is all my fault." says Holly.

Marissa opens her eyes and looks at us, her face a picture of, well, stupidity.

"Ow. I fell." She seems dumber than she used to be.

"You fell? Like, out the window?"

She nods, rubs her head. "Are you ok?" I ask.

She nods again. "I have a headache." Her voice is whinier than usual, too. That's odd. Her eyes well up with tears.

"Marissa, I'm really sorry." says Holly, for no apparent reason.

Marissa frowns and stands up, taking my arm for help.

"I'm supposed to say something to one of you." she says, her finger swaying from me to Holly.

"Marissa, are you drunk?" I ask, the truth suddenly dawning on me.

"Shut up, fattie!" she screams at me. Her outburst is followed by a fit of giggles. Without thinking, I slap her across the face.

Holly looks like she's about to start laughing, but she stops as soon as she hears Marissa scream.

"Oh god! My brain! OW! My face!" She stumbles and falls, and I sit down next to her, my heart seizing in my chest.

"Ahh!" she screams, lying down on the soft grass.

"My beautiful face! Oh god, it hurts!"

Suddenly, she spasms, then closes her eyes and falls silent.

"Marissa? Marissa? Oh, god, what the hell is going on?!" I know I'm being loud, but I can't help it. I'm freaking out. Marissa isn't breathing, and Holly isn't doing anything about it.

"Uh, yeah, about that? I sort of have to tell you something." says Holly, twisting a curl in her hair with her finger.

"What the fuck is going on?" I scream, and she better tell me, because if I just made Marissa die by slapping her, I think I can do a lot more damage when punching and kicking is involved.

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So, that's that. I was wondering if everyone could give me their opinions. After this, there are a few more chapters in which plot doesn't matter. After that, I can go two ways. I can continue with the plot that the amazing Schwartz put forth, including Anna coming back, etc, and Oliver shudder, so it would be like the show. Except... Marissa would die every day.

Or I can continue with the random killing, introducing characters at will and killing Marissa as I see fit. With one, I'll go on until the season's end, maybe longer, and with the other... well, who knows.