So, I've decided. Relive "The O.C.", killing Marissa along the way. Let's delve more into the subject, shall we? Ok, so did any of you ever watch the show and see Marissa do something stupid, and wish she died? Well, that's what will happen. Of course, it will be changed a little bit, because the cough curse cough made Marissa dumber, so that's how it'll be. Josh, my darling, I don't own your wonderful show, but I wish you luck in season deux.

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Marissa is now lying down on her bed.

It was an easy task to get her on it. I mean the poor girl only weighs, like, twenty pounds.

"Ok, so I bought this book at Chapters, and it's all about, like, curses and stuff."

I nod along. She seems sad enough about her little misadventure.

"And I cast this one of Marissa." She frowns and looks at Marissa, willing her to wake up.

"I wish she'd wake up already." whispers Holly. She does, does she? Me? Not so much.

"Do you wanna continue today?" I know I sound bitchy, but this is beyond weird. This is like, Exorcist weird. And that's weird.

"Oh. Yeah, so this curse, it makes whoever is, like, under it... die."

Holy shit.

"And then, you know..."

No, I don't.

I move my head forward and gesture with my hands, telling her to continue. "Come back to life. The next day."

"Woah."

"Yeah. So, now, she's going to die. Every day. Until..." She ponders for a second. "Until, I'm guessing, forever."

Holy double shit.

"And does this little spell have an antidote?" I ask, not bothering to hide the annoyance from my voice.

"I don't know, ok?" I back away a step. She looks freaky.

"I bought the book at Chapters, and it was published by freaking Scholastic, ok? How was I supposed to know it would work?"

I shrug. "I think there was something in there about making the person... I dunno, dumber. And weaker." she says after a long, silent pause.

"Oh. That wasn't just her?" Could've fooled me. "I guess not." She's pouting again, and this time, I can really feel her pain.

We spend the rest of the day searching the internet for a cure, and boy does Marissa owe me. She owes me big. She owes me a week of killing her.

It is now... 11:58 p.m., and we have nothing. Zilch. Nada.

"Want some coffee?" I ask Holly. She looks up at me, smiles, and nods.

I wonder if that curse made her nicer, too. I return into the room with a tray of coffee, sugar, and milk. I almost drop it when I hear the scream.

"Whaa!"

What the hell?

"Where am I? Waah!" Oh. Just Marissa.

"It's ok, Coop, you're in your room." I pat her, gently, mind you, on the leg.

"Ow." She pouts and rubs her leg.

"Sorry, Coop." I'm not.

"Listen, Marissa, I've got to tell you about something." says Holly, sitting on the other side of her.

Marissa takes the news well. She nods and stares at Holly blankly for a few minutes before her lip trembles and she bursts into tears.

"Oh, shut up!" I scream. I feel like strangling her. I really shouldn't though. But, I mean, she'd just come back tomorrow. But she has school today. Crap.

She whimpers, but finally shuts up. "Holl, what are we gonna do about school today?" I ask, looking at the whimpering cry bitch in front of me.

I know I shouldn't be so mean, but come on. She called me fattie!

"I guess we could try to make sure she's careful. I mean, she can die later on today, no?"

"Um, I don't want to die, you douche bag!" screams Marissa, smacking Holly with her bony hand and pulling away in pain.

Holly glares at her.

"AH! My hand, my hand! You bitch! Damn you and your flabby skin! Ow!"

Holly clenches her fists and shakes a little, but remains calm. I suddenly admire her.

Marissa whimpers and yells for a little bit, before calming down and looking at me.

"I want the fattie to stay, not the blonde bitch."

Oh god, I want to kill her. Apparently, Holly does too, because her hands are inching their way closer to Marissa's neck. I shake my head at her, and she hesitantly pulls away.

"Ok. Holly? I'll see you at school, ok?" Holly smiles at me and stands to leave.

"Promise me you'll let me kill her next weekend..." she whispers, and I nod.

She gives Marissa a tight smile, and then flips her the bird as she closes the door. I laugh despite myself.

Marissa is a whole other story.

"Flabby cow! How dare she! I'll kill her! She-hag!" She runs for the closed door, and I, fearing the worst, grab her and push her back towards the bed.

She starts crying. "I wanna kill that she-bitch, fattie. I wanna kill her."

I sway her from side to side and try to convince myself not to squeeze any tighter.

"Yes, yes, I know. And I'd like to kill you."

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We wake up a few hours later with completely different attitudes.

I'm so tired and pissed off I could kill a freaking puppy, and she's all happy and smiley.

"Hi, fattie!" she says, messing up my hair.

"My name is Summer." I say, my hand shaking as I try not to throw my straightening iron at her.

"Whatever you say, fattie."

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"Hey kiddo!" says Jimmy, handing Marissa a plate with burnt toast on it.

"So how was your weekend?" he asks, looking at both of us. I'm barely touching the burnt piece of crap in front of me, and Marissa is poking at it with her pinky.

"Fine. We better get going." I say, tapping Marissa on the shoulder and beckoning her to stand up.

She smells the toast, wrinkles her nose, and takes a bite.

Oh god.

She starts coughing loudly, and her father, alarmed, comes to help her.

I accidentally push him away and pull Marissa towards the bathroom in her room.

She keeps on coughing, every so often pausing to scream an insult at things we're passing.

"Damn you," she screams, suddenly taken by another coughing fit. "Damn you to hell, you stupid painting!"

"I hate you! Why are you alive?!" This time, her insult is directed at her favorite pink lamp. Ok...

Suddenly, she tears away from me and falls onto her bathroom floor, coughing and screaming and making choking sounds. I feel like I should do something, but I don't.

She coughs one final time, makes a grunting noise, and closes her eyes. Crap.

"Summer? Marissa? Is everything alright?"

Oh no. Jimmy starts to open the door, but I leap across the room before he can, and stand in front of it, pushing with all my strength.

"Everything's fine, Mr. Cooper, but I think Marissa won't be able to go to school today. I'll stay with her. It's ok."

"Oh. Well, thank you, Summer. I'll be back at 8:00. Tell her I hope she feels better."

"Will do, Mr. Cooper."

What the hell have I gotten myself into?

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More soon! I promise! I think I strayed from the plot with Jimmy going away until 8:00. Think of it this way. He's going out to convince the people he stole from that he's not a schmuck.