I’m sick of it. I am so sick of being bullied by Brianna, the girl who sits next to me in my English 9 class. I don’t know what her problem is, but her mean behavior needs to stop.

I turn to face her as she’s talking to her friends.

“Look at you, calling me spineless behind my back. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were a nice person; but you’re not. You have been nothing but mean to me ...

I stand in my kitchen as I watch the water solidify. You might think I’m weird for this, but it’s something I like to do. I then go down into my basement to grab some rope and a baseball bat as I prepare to incapacitate my latest victim. Marshall, who I go to college with and the person who will stop at nothing to torment me. We’ll see who has the last laugh now. I walk out the front door, lock it...

Katherine, the girl closest to the box, opens it and screams when she sees what’s inside. A dead body of a young girl who appears to be around her age....