1 she used to be nice

"She used to be so nice and charming that mallory, it's tragic really what happened to that poor family they not only lost a dad and husband but they lost a daughter too."

That's the same thought that's in the mind of everyone in town.when i walk past them I can practically see the pity dripping from their eyes, when they see my mother in a store or on the street.but it's different for me i receive eyes of hatred, disgust, and questioning looks always asking, "why mallory why can't you be normal, why can't you be there for your mom." i know that's what they mean it's the same look my mom gives me when i push my plate away walking away from the dinner table in the middle of her asking how my day was. Or when i walk out of the room when she enters. And honestly i ask myself the same question why do i do that to her. Same thoughts running through my mind"just talk to her, or say good morning, hey mom. Something". But i don't i grab my lunch and my bag, put my shoes on and walk to school. After 5 minutes i start to walk through the old wooden doors of.

HARTINGTON PREPARATORY ACADEMY.

I remember when i first walked through these doors i was wearing a white blouse with blue cut off jeans showing my california tan off. While i strutted down the halls with my curled blonde hair bouncing with each step in my knee high heel boots, receiving the looks of everyone i passed with a huge smirk laid across my lips.

Now i walk through the door wearing an oversized black hoodie paired with black skinny jeans hiding my no longer tan legs courtesy of the cold weather here in the U.K. my worn out converse barely made any noise as i shuffled down the hall with my head down but everyone still looked at me i could still see them staring through my jet black hair acting like a safety net. A few people started backing away from like i had disease or something. I heard the annoying clack of heels approaching me. i rolled my eyes as i waited for the insult that natalie Somerston always said to me every morning. hey maybe she'll get creative today i wondered to myself.

"Hey freak"

Nope.

" i saw you talking to jaime yesterday, are your trying to get her killed to. I mean you don't do the dirty work you just lure them in and your dad finishes the rest right". She turned to her friends and looked back at me with an evil glint in her eyes.

I still can't believe it was only two years ago me and this girl were best friends tied at the hip, it was alway cathy, mallory, and natalie well until cathy died. I tried to ignore her and walk past her but she pushed my shoulder back making me go right back to the lockers. I looked ino her eyes to see rage in them.

"How dare you walk away when i'm talking to you, i mean what was i expecting from a murderer's daughter. You dad probably passed his sociopath genes down to you and--".

She stopped short when she noticed something. She started to step closer to me grabbing my hood and reading the inscription. "cathy&natalie". They were our friendship jackets we all had each other's names except our own inscribed in them.

"Wow, that's just sick." so what is this like a trophy to you.

I just stared back at her with same blank expression i've been giving her for the last couple of years.

"So are you going to just do this all day or did you stop me from going to class for an actual reason." .

"Actually i did chris is coming today and im warning you right now".with her vice grip on my hoodie, She stepped so close to me i could smell her strawberry lipstick " stay the hell away from him".

At this point i was angry slapping her arm off of my hoodie i pulled my earbuds out of my jeans popping them in my ears, while pulling my hoodie up i shoved past her and her trio looking back and giving her a glare before proceeding to walk to my class.turning up my music. So chris is coming back this should be interesting. Cris or should i say christopher was part of our little group. Cathy introduced me to him on my first day he was the only one who would laugh along to bad puns.

He left during sophomore year to go to a special soccer school for a year and he would be back for junior year i completely forgot about that. And he doesn't know what happened to cathy his father insisted that we shouldn't tell him so he doesn't get distracted while he was away, he didn't even get to attend her funeral. I wonder how much he knows.