Every day it was the same. Since I started school there was one person who enjoyed my suffering like sweet nectar. Why? I never knew.
She was one of those people who thought that they owned the school, that she was better than everyone else. One of those perfect, cheerleader-type honey blondes who thought that anything could go their way, and they picked on the less fortunate. Her name was Jenny.
I was one of the 'less fortunate'. Jenny was from a wealthy family, but my family wasn't so well off. I couldn't have the fancy clothes or all the latest things like Jenny could. She loved to torment me for it. I hated her. Even though she's...gone now, I still hate her. If I could, I would dance on her grave. But...it's just not possible now.
My name is Mary. This is what happened.
I went to school. It was a Monday morning, and I planned to get through the day with as less trouble as possible. It was raining, and very muddy outside. I was wearing a new dress; it was nothing fancy of course. It was only a plain blue dress, but I had liked it because it was new. Jenny and I went to the same bus stop along with some other people from our class. I was waiting for the bus when Jenny noticed my new clothes and made some mean comments. I ignored her for as long as I could until I finally told her to go to hell. She then 'accidentally' shoved me into the mud, and then the bus came. I had no time to change so I had to go to school like that. And everyone laughed. The rest of the day she tortured me. Every day she did.
There was a guy in our class that I liked. He was one of the only people that were nice to me. Jenny knew I liked him so she intentionally flirted with him. They got together that week. I don't know. Something about that week made me snap over the weekend. I knew that I would have to get Jenny back for everything she did. Since I was five years old she tortured me and I'll never really know why. But she didn't know what she was dealing with now. I would get her.

She was in the Cheerleading Club. I learned that next Monday that the club was holding a party in the woods near our town. It was going to be a slumber party in a log cabin. But, it wasn't until next week. The invites were being printed on the computer. It was easy to sneak in and change the date to that following weekend. Somehow no one noticed to tell her.
I went out there and prepared everything early Saturday morning. I had brought with me many items.
I saw her car drive up and Jenny stepped out. The sun was setting. She began to walk into the woods; the cabin was deep in the woods.
After fifteen minutes the sun had set and it was dark. "Jenny," I murmured.

She turned. I grinned as I saw the look of fear on her face. "Who's there?"

I stepped from the shadows and she saw me. Her look of fear changed to a leer of conceit.

"Mary..." She said. "What're you doing here? The club meeting isnot for losers."

"There is no club meeting," I said. "Not tonight. But, then again, you'll never be going to anymore club meetings. Not ever again." I clutched the handle of my first chosen item in my hand. It was hidden in the dark. She couldn't see it.

"What are you talking about?" She narrowed her eyes at me and sneered. "Did you forget your medication?"

"Revenge, is my medication," I said. Silently with catlike grace I approached her, she didn't know what I was up to so she didn't move. Not until I stuck my knife, up to its hilt, into her stomach. Her scream was like...music to my ears. The sight of her red blood dripping from her wound brought me inexplicable delight. I quickly pulled out the knife and she fell to the ground. I wiped the blood off on my shirt, cleaning the blade. Methodically, I came at her again. She started to cry, and I laughed! I laughed like all the times she laughed at me. Again, I stabbed her, this time in the chest! She screamed and tried to crawl away, growing weaker from her loss of blood. I ran at her, a lot faster, and I stabbed the knife deep into her back, this time not taking it out. Her cries mixed with her screams and she kept screaming, "WHY!!"

I ran back into the shadows and she began to breathe heavily. I think she was relieved because she thought I was gone, but I was bringing my shovel with me this time. I gripped the handle tightly, and then she looked at me with horror as I swung it over my head. I brought it down. One loud CLANK! In unison with a scream made me laugh hysterically, and she dropped unconscious to the floor.

I dug a hole underneath the cabin, and dropped her body in it. I cleaned my weapons and fixed everything to leave as few clues behind as possible.

The following week everyone looked for Jenny. No one found her.

I was so upset when two weeks later they found her body. They somehow found out it was me.

I'm in a quiet place now; the walls are soft and padded. They tell me it will be many years before I can get out. I don't care what they say, I will never be sorry for what I did. She deserved it. Jenny's parents ask me how I sleep at night. I tell them that I just remember the look on their daughter's face as I stabbed her, and I sleep like a baby. They looked at me like I had slapped them in the face, then the mother started crying. I don't care.

They tell me I was bad. I don't care.