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A murderer. A crazy woman. That is what they all call me. Apparently, to me, I'm seeing the dead, which makes me crazy to everyone, but I know I'm not. Being stuck in a psychiatric hospital with a pending murder case at hand is not how pictured this time of my life. I don't really get it. I am a lot of things that I'm not proud of, but certainly not a murderer. How on earth will I be able to vindicate myself if the dead is making me look like a murderer? How will I be able to vindicate myself when my past ways aren't even something to write home about, and all it can do is just spice up my case? How will l be able to save me when I, and the dead was never on good terms, and I happen to be the cause of it all? What have I done to myself?
Oct. 26. Monday.
A new morning shows the start of a new day, and a new day shows the start of new activities circling itself in a constant motion, new activities starting all over again.
It's a new week, and now, just like every day, and every new week, I'm in school, though except on weekends.
I looked around to see everywhere like sardines as students rushed to class for fear of being late.
An unsteady motion in the sky made me turn my eyes upward from the crowd. I saw a willowy streak of surge white blooming against the deep blue. A plane was writing high up in the sky. The plane was so far away that at times the strong glare of the sun blanked it from sight.
Noiselessly, the tiny plane looped, and swerved, vanishing, and appearing, leaving behind it a long trail of a white plume of smoke. A Plume of smoke that grew swelled, and slowly began to fade into the air at the edges
"HEY! HEY! HEY!" I heard.
I looked away from the sky, and back to Earth. The sharp precision of the world of Steel, stone, and people dissolved into blurred waves, I shut my eyes close, open them again to see the world grow dark.
I rub my eyes and blinked, and turned to see if it was referred to me.
I raised a brow at who called. "Is that my name, Ashley?"
In no time my eyes started seeing colors again.
"Of course, it's not. I just didn't want to shout your name." Ashley replied.
I nodded. "Right."
The plane was gone from the sky and white plumes of floating smoke were scantily spread, vanishing.
I smiled. These are all part of what can happen in a day, though it's not every day you see a plane writing high up in the sky.
"RIELE! ASHLEY!" we heard both our names.
Ashley sighed, and I just scoffed knowing the familiar voice but kept walking.
"She's never going to stop, won't she? Doesn't crazy know when she's not wanted?" I asked.
"But isn't snubbing her a little mean?" Ashley asked.
I looked at her like she was crazy. "Is it by force we become friends? I do not even want to talk about it."
Ashley rolled her eyes at me but knew not to say anything.
I'm that sort of a person.
Some people fear and do not dare cross.
I know everyone in this school, and everyone knows me.
It's just the way I plan on living my life. I make sure no one dares me, and I hate people who act all smart like they are on top of the world.
I have friends, I make friends that complete me, and those are the friends I'm ever going to have. Other of my classmates will just be my footstool.
Hmm. Why the hell am I like this? I don't know for a fact, but I kinda enjoy every bit of things that I do with people.
Call me sadistic. Who cares?
But one thing for certain is, that is feared, and being on top of everything is the greatest feeling of all.
I looked at Ashley as we steadily walked inside the class since I'm reminded of something.
"How is your boyfriend?" I asked.
She looked at me. "He's fine, of course. Why wouldn't he be?"
I nodded. "Of course, he's fine, but you won't be when you find out he's cheating on you," I informed as we walk to our seats.
She turned to me, as I sat at her back. "What the hell are you talking about?" she asked.
"Hey, guys," Karen called to us.
"Hi," Ashley replied.
"Welcome," I said.
Karen nodded, as she sat in her right-hand seat of Ashley. "Elizabeth is the only one not here yet."
"Yeah, which is weird. She doesn't normally come late to school." Ashley said in thoughts.
I sighed. "I think I have an idea why."
They both turned to me. "What do you mean?" Karen asked.
"Well, she happened to find out something she never should have," I answered.
"And it's all thanks to you, I guess." Karen figured.
I nodded with a hum.
"What did she find out?" Ashley asked.
I smiled at her. "I can't tell you, but I can only tell you yours. You see, in this life, you have to be careful of who you trust, and who you sleep with, especially when you're still in high school."
Karen looked at Ashley. "What is she talking about?"
Ashley shrugged. "Don't know."
Karen looked at me, and I sighed. "It's just how messed up people are. People don't think, thereby refusing the truth that is just right in front of their noses. Liz said she's smart, but she's only a bookworm, or a walking thesaurus rather."
"What did she find out?" Karen asked.
"It's hard for my mouth to spit."
"Your mouth is never hard to spit out anything." I heard a familiar voice say.
I rolled my eyes. Liz.
"We never thought you'll come. Lectures are about to start." Ashley said.
Liz nodded. "You know how serious I am with my classes. I can let anything bring me down the drain."
I just rolled my eyes. Again.
She walked to sit on the seat with my right hand.
"How are you doing?" I asked her.
She gave me a fake smile. "I'm coping. I guess I should thank you for spilling the beans."
I sighed. "Don't smoke me, Liz."
She chuckled in disgust. "Why shouldn't I? How do you even find out things? It's not like you're lurking around people's houses to find the deep secrets in it to spill."
I narrowed my eyes. "That would be a needle in my ass."
"How did you even notice it?" She asked again.
I shrugged. "I just did. I happen to have my eyes peeled everywhere."
"There are just some things that shouldn't concern you, Riele. You seem to enjoy the pain of other people." Liz retorted.
Yeah, I didn't say.
Liz is a little bit of a problem with the friends I chose. She likes to talk back.
I sighed. "Please, don't smoke me, Liz. You should be happy you found out."
I just don't get it. I don't get why my friends can never understand me. They can't get why I do things. They see me as a problem.
One day, I'll make them understand.
She nodded. "Right. I should be. Right now, I should be happy. Thank you." she said sarcastically.
I just rolled my eyes, as the teacher entered the classroom.
And to straighten things out. It's not like I enjoy the pain of other people, but that just happens to be me.
Truly, I like looking for people's deepest secrets. I use it as a card to do what I want.
That's how I hold everyone in their necks.
My friends are lucky that their secrets are safe with me, but I can't say the same for others.
If there is one thing I like, it's when things go viral.
Call me the school bitch. I dare you.
I'm a very popular girl in my town. My name is something that rings in every ear. Mainly for bad, but who knows for good.
There is equally nothing that I'm not invited to. That name Riele Evans is unforgettable.
And just like every day in school, at exactly this time, it's lunch hour.
"We were talking about something in class before we got interrupted." I turned to Ashley as we both sat on a vacant seat, dropping our lunch on the table.
"What is it you were saying about my boyfriend?" Ashley continued.
"You do not want to know, Ash," Liz answered. She, and Karen sitting opposite me, and Ashley, equally dropping their lunches.
I looked at her as she sat facing me.
"And besides," Karen began, making me turn to her, as she kept her eyes on Ashley. "What's there to ask? Riele already made it plain enough. Your boyfriend cheated, or is cheati
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