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the year." The student president said, smiling as she read the card. I couldn't believe it

up the stage, I was beaming from ear to

?" The student president asked. Christian took t

est and just as I thought he was done speaking he tur

ready was. "The girl who's been nominated Prom queen, who would have thought that the girl w

s Christian finished speaking. The room wa

It lacked any emotion and resemble

smile falter. "Christian w

, "Your touch is making my skin crawl, you disgusting two ti

, but I couldn't care less as I

etrayal as he confronted me. "How could you k

tand, "Christian please, I'm sorry. I didn't know ho

. "You're no better than others Amy, you were with me know

to listen, "Please let's talk this out. We c

"it's over Amy, I never want to

. I chased after him, clinging to the wind

. Time seemed to slow down as I watched in horror. Christian's car careene

ng glass echoing in my ear, "Christian!!"

slumped over the steering

med me. "This can't be happening, some

car that hit Christian suffered some d

s and my voice was barely audible as I was choking back a sob. Before I could

egs shaking like they were about to give out. "Whe

he crowd, "He's dead. You killed my son." She spat, she a

room began to spin and I

d on my dress. I sucked in air greedily but was still un

f in a chair while a nurse waved her

then suddenly I remembered what happened a

rses exchanged glances. Before any of them could reply to

he girl." She said, her eyes fi

he police men, not even

e to give even a single answer. Somewher

ned and opened my eyes. I recognized the man as the one

d last night." I watched as he pulled his belt further up his waist

you ready

dirt, blood. I froze at the reminder of whose blood it was.

eed to wash

ds until it became red but I continued scrubbing and scrubbing

he door and my father stepped in a

eaving."

door to hear Christian's mother calling me a murderer an

tay away from Christian and I refused. He called me stubborn and

my head during the drive home. I took a bath, mov

eds therapy, watching someone die was probably really

spoke about me like I wasn't in their presence. Maybe I wasn't, it fe