|Victoria the Bitch
Author: TropVraiTropVrai PM
I’m nothing like my sister she went suicidal. I’m going homicidal. I’m going to kill the bitch that took the life of my sister.Rated: Fiction T - English - Suspense/Mystery - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,085 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 1 - Updated: 03-27-07 - Published: 03-17-07 - id: 2335113
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I had it all planned out; every detail, every aspect, every move.
I had it all planned out; I could close my eyes and picture it like a movie being projected on a big screen TV. It was perfect.
I'll tell you a little secret; it didn't start out perfect. When I started planning, there were many flaws. Each time I closed my eyes, I found something wrong and had the smarts to change it.
I changed the part of entry several times; going through the front door would be too obvious; their dog slept in the back entrance; and they had nosy neighbors so I couldn't climb the side trellis.
I would befriend her, that was the only way; I had to befriend the little sister of the person I was going to kill.
I thought it would take weeks- months- to do so, so I planned the sleepover for the weekend before the bitch's school started.
I guess being popular had its perks; we were 'friends' on the second to last day of our junior year. We were supposed to be at school to play with the band for graduation two days later
I would put the plan into action the night before she played for her sister's graduation. Don't get me started on her sister; that bitch stole the answers for the final exam for physics and dominated my sister for valedictorian… by one tenth of a percent. But it was enough for her to gain the extra step over my sister and become valedictorian.
I'm nothing like my sister; she went suicidal.
I'm going homicidal.
I'm going to kill the bitch that took the life of my sister.
I closed my eyes and willed the tears not to come as I got out of my car and stepped foot on her front porch.
I took a moment to gather myself. The graduation ceremony started at eight in the morning, so we planned on an early night; she would spend the night at my house after I killed her sister. How ironic.
I then knocked on the door and was greeted by the bitches little sister.
I smiled when she opened the door and ushered me in. We hugged. I nodded to her sister who had come down to see who it was.
I asked for the tour and she fell for it.
I grinned like a maniac when I found out the arrangement of the upstairs: Victoria the Bitch's room was next to the bathroom which was across from her little sister's room.
I would be able to pull of my plan just as I wanted.
I could claim that I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and accidentally walked into Victoria's room and scream bloody murder after I killed her.
I laughed sardonically. Martha (Victoria's little sister) asked what was so funny.
I quickly covered it up and told her the joke of the day. It was well past ten by the time we got settled.
I set my phone on vibrate to go off at midnight. That was when it would go down. Once it vibrated, I got out of my sleeping bag and meandered down to Victoria room and screamed bloody murder for the wrong reason: she was already dead. Everything was set up, exactly accordingly to my plan.