I guess I should start out by saying it really was her fault, and by that I mean she brought it on herself.
Lilly would walk around that school like she owned the place. People would part for her like in the movies. It made me sick. She was a no talent brat. She had everything. It wasn’t long before my friends and I had made the plans to kill her. It started out as a joke, but the more we talked the more we wanted to kill her.
So we decided to go through with it. Our plan was to kill her after prom. Follow her back to what ever classy hotel her daddy bought for her and her boyfriend to fuck in. We would check into a room of our own. Then when they least expect it break in to her room and kill her.
We had everything prepared in my car, the black ski masks, the rope, the duck tape, the knife. Everything. We would go to the dance then go to the hotel and change.
The night of the dance couldn’t get here fast enough. Killing Lilly was all we talked about the whole week.
It was finally Saturday. My friends and I got ready like everyone else was that night we did our make up, we booked our hotel room. We went to the dance. We had a lot of fun. Then they crowned the Prom king and queen. It was Lilly and her boyfriend. I could have thrown up. Of course they would win.
The dance finally ended. We went to the hotel and changed we made one of my friends stay in her dress so she could get into the room by saying she got locked out to one of the maids. We waited. It was about two in the morning when we headed out to her room. We hid while Sarah told the maid how she got locked out of her room. It worked we were in. We duck taped Lilly and her boyfriends mouths shut and tied them up.
Sarah got changed into the clothes I brought her so she wouldn’t get blood on her prom dress. We each took turns stabbing her. Her blood splattered on the wall. I felt so alive in that moment. Then once we killed Lilly we killed her boyfriend too. We didn’t need the extra witness. We untied them and laid their bodies on the bed. Then I stuck a cigarette in the boys mouth then we lit it. Then we lit the rest of the room on fire.
We went into our room and burnt our black clothes and ski masks in the bath tub. It wasn’t long before the fire alarms went off and we had to evacuate the hotel. We’d done it we killed the queen. Now she wouldn’t shove it in our faces how much better than us she though she was. Now she was finally gone.