Chapter One

I swear to god. That girl… Every corner I turn, every individual I talk to-... They all trust and know her. “Did you hear?” They say. “She got straight A’s for the- well her whole life. She's perfect” Of Course I heard. I mean- who hasn't heard? She's the town's pride and joy. I'm sure if our town was noticed the mayor would show the president her. “Oh, Mr. Kimer. I couldn't possibly be good enough for Harvard” I imagine her saying. That voice and puppy dog eyes. She knows how to get under everybody's skin. They all know her, they all love her, they all worship her as if she was a goddess. She's a teacher pet yet she stays popular with the other students. I mean the college she decided to go to is practically overloaded with people wanting to go thanks to her influence. 

Luckily, I enrolled and got accepted ages ago.

Everyones wrapped around her petite little fingers, but me. She might have beauty and smarts. I mean- who’s blessed enough to have black hair and ice blue eyes?! If I'm correct, ice blue is the rarest type of eye color.  

Now, she's not fully perfect. She was adopted into her family at 2 years old. Her Dad was abusive and her mom was a drug-addict. Then she got adopted by a lovely couple, the Sato’s. 

The Sato’s are a famous couple known for their amazing production company, they make wonderful and popular movies. Plus just recently they opened their own movie

theater to showcase their old and new movies, they also showcase clips of new movies in the making. They must have a lot of trust in their fans to make that…

Since her parents are so rich that means she also gets a huge allowance which makes her even more popular. Like seriously?! No one is suspicious?! Ugh… whatever, I can't do anything anyways.  Except I will. Not only to make my newspaper fire but also to bring the dark into the light… I sound ridiculous. Whatever. My plan is to sta-aah, that's not legal. Um, follow her around just to make sure she's being nice. Totally. 

Drip, drip, 

“Fuck its starting to rain.” 

I mumble to myself then groan.

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“This sucks”

Thank god I carry literally everything in my purse… I pull out a spare umbrella and hold it up. Today I haven't gotten enough information to try and jump to conclusions, sad. I did realize that every hour or longer she disappears for 10 to 25 minutes, it's kind of suspicious. I guess I’ll figure it out later. I'm almost home and damn, I'm tired. I walk up to my doorstep and unlock the door then enter and lay down on the couch eventually falling asleep.

Same time and town just a few streets down.

Vivians  POV

I skip down the road with a smile on my face and greet some people. Then I see some police and giggle to myself. They must've found the 30% of what's left of Josh’s corpse. He was pitiful, willing to bend over backwards for me. I mean not uncommon but man it's tiring to deal with those guys and gals. 

Haah, It's so nice to refresh every hour. It's like waking up after the best sleep you've ever had repeatedly. Also thanks to it I don't need sleep. What a blessing. 

These police officers have been trying to find out who murdered him and her and blah blah blah. They only question me when I kill my boyfriend or best friend, asking idioic questions like “When's the last time you saw him” ,“She was your… girlfriend?” They'd even try to comfort me like I actually cared. Obviously I had to act the part but heh… it was kinda funny. Person after person after person… 12 whole years now and they don't suspect a thing. I've convinced the police that I'm sure someone is targeting me. Everyone in the town acts like they love me so I bet the police are so confused. Though that one girl… May I think. She's never actually spoken to me. Huh? I guess being this perfect you develop some lovers and haters. Or maybe she's just too flustered to speak… Either way it's funny, this whole town and county is a joke. I check my watch at 10:38. Perfect timing. I start walking to my house. 

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Finally home sweet home I open the door to see my adoptive mother.

 “Wow, look who decided to finally show up.”  My “mother” says with her usual snarky attitude.

 Must be so tiring to be faking nice at her 1 hour of talking to people per day. Of course my “father” is out, probably gambling and cheating on her, she knows, she just doesn't care as long as she still has money. I just flip her off  and walk to my room. I can hear her slurs and whines as I leave

“Come back here right now!” “Im your mother, fucking respect me!” “I gave you everything you have, and I can easily take everything away!” “I’ll kill you! You ungrateful slut!”

Blah, blah, blah, like I actually believe her empty threats. I lay down in my bed thinking about whatever comes to mind. After 30 minutes I decide to keep up my “perfect act”, so I start homework and halfway through take a picture on snapchat and post it to my social media platforms. I then finish my homework and get prepared for the next day, homework organized in my bag, an outfit set out for tomorrow then lay down. 

“Ughhh, what an exhausting day.” I groan to myself lay down and then sleep, I don't need it but I don't have anything else to do either

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