"HEY MALA," someone shouted behind her from a far distance as she walks out of her second period class. She turns around and sees Staci calling her name. "Mala," Staci runs up to her.
"What do you want Staci?" She asked.
"I'm sorry about what happened to Trenti and your sister," Staci said.
"He told me in his suicide letter what you did to him, you broke his heart, you used him, I have nothing to say to you Staci," she said.
"Mala please, I'm sorry, I just got greedy, and he was willing to buy me that necklace, I told him he didn't have to, but he did anyway," Staci said.
"You used him, you liked that necklace more than you liked him, and you found you another boyfriend, just leave me the fuck alone okay? You're going to hell..." She said, frowning.
Mala walks off but Staci still tries to run up to her.
"Mala look..." Mala turns around and cuts her speech off.
"Just tell me this... Did you really like or love my brother at all when you two was together? And be honest about it, this is the least thing you could do for him now since he's dead, tell me how did you really feel about him?" She asked.
"Honestly, I thought your brother was really nice and too kind. So no, I didn't like him in that way, I saw your brother as a friend who I could easily take advantage of," Staci said.
Mala shakes her head. "That's so wrong of you Staci. So I know you like your new boyfriend Patrick, don't you?" She asked.
"Yes, Patrick is so cute and hot..." Staci gets cut off.
"YOU BITCH, YOU'RE GOING TO HELL FOR WHAT YOU DONE TO MY BROTHER, MY BROTHER IS DEAD, AND YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT HOW SOME GUY IS CUTE? I KNOW TRENTI WASN'T A LOOKER, BUT HE HAD A BRIGHT PERSONALITY THAT COULD MAKE A GIRL FALL FOR HIM. YOU AMERICANS ARE SO MESSED UP WHEN IT COMES DOWN TO TRUE LOVE, AND NONE OF IT IS TRUE LOVE. LOOKS AND MATERIALISTIC THINGS DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING, YOU SUPPOSED TO LOVE SOMEONE UNCONDITIONALLY, NOT USED THEM," she said shouting, and everyone heard her loud voice in the hallway.
"I HOPE YOU SUFFER BITCH," she said, while she turns back around and walks away.
Staci just stands there in silence and guilt.
Author Ciara Webb
Story written by Ciara Webb
Co-author Mansi Rupesh More
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