The door had swung open and the first sight I was greeted with was the body of my closest friend, hanging bloodied and bruised. I felt nauseous the instant the image of her body registered in my mind, I had no words to say and I wasn’t able to scream either, I just walked up to her corpse and shook her body, hoping that she would somehow wake up, hoping this whole thing was just a weird nightmare. The situation seemed to finally connect to my emotions then and there, and tears started flowing. At that moment I saw her closet open and out walks Charlotte, with an angering sheepish smile. “Surprise,” she half muttered. The situation took me a few seconds to register in my mind, but I just stayed silent for longer because I wanted Charlotte to realize how stupid what she just did was. I saw how uncomfortable the silence made her but all I could think was how funny seeing her like this was, like karma I could control. Eventually I spoke, “What was the point of that,” I said, trying to hide my emotions. “Just a little Friday the 13th prank, you know, to lighten up the day,” she said sheepishly. I just looked at her with a blank face and motioned for her to follow me to the car. “How did you even create a body that realistic?” I asked her. “It was a project that I did for biology class, our teacher let us create a version of the human body in different states, so I decided to do one that was heavily injured, I also made it look like me as well because pranking you was always part of the intention.” She said sheepishly. I didn’t reply to that just to let her know how annoyed I was over what she did, but I couldn’t help but say “Of course it was” in my mind. Charlotte’s an extremely upbeat and energetic person. It makes hanging out with her quite pleasant in the majority of cases, except for ones like this. She has a tendency to go too far with jokes, but this occasion was bad even for her.

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