Word Count: 106
She was drifting through life—or death, as she had died. Gods, she had died. She was only thirteen! She still had so much more to do in her life. Now she will always be stuck in her pubescent years, stuck with hormonal thoughts forever.
She wasn't a bad person. In fact, she was quite the opposite. She was well-behaved, polite and she had never bullied anyone. Olive had. Olive was the reason she was dead. It was all Olive's fault. If Olive had not insulted her, she wouldn't have been crying in the bathroom. She wouldn't have died.
And it was now time for her revenge.