Universe

People always had sad stories about high school. Mine was different. It was awesome.

Or so I thought at first....

High school was different for me.
It was perfect. Too perfect.
I should have known.

The cosmos had a great sense of humour.
One that was devastating for me.

I was brilliant.
The teachers loved me.

I was beautiful
The boys liked me.

I was attentive and caring.
The girls only wanted to hear what I had to say.

I followed the rules.
The principal became my mentor.

I became my parents favourite
I didn't just feel loved. I breathe and live love.

It was perfect.

The Universe smiles

There she was. The new girl. My scourge.

I was caring and kind.
The new girl, my newest friend.

She's conniving, annoying and provoking.

I am calm
I don't get angry.
My mantras.

The day.
An argument ensued.
She slapped me so hard during recess, I lost my balance.

All eyes were on me.
I wasn't gonna cry.
I would react.

I slapped her right back.
She went down and never woke up.

A slap and she was gone.

A beat

I became a convict.
For manslaughter.

The Universe won.
I couldn't pull an Annalise Keaton on them.

Seclusion........