Envy+can+Kill

Envy Can Kill A bbi was a good girl, just sitting in Biology class, taking notes. B etter think again, because every good girl has a secret, and here's Abbi's: C ourtney was the popular sister. D aring to break rules, Courtney had enough courage to do anything she wanted. E nvy practically gushed out of Abbi’s ears every time she had to look at Courtney. F illed with anger and jealousy, Abbi plotted her revenge then carried out one day, when the sisters were left home alone. G etting down to business, Abbi asked Courtney to drive her somewhere- in //her// perfect car//,// with //her// precious leather seats and //her// hi- tech GPS system- somewhere far away. H ardly able to breathe, Abbi sat in the passenger seat, anxious to get it done with, when Courtney asked how much farther this place was. “ I n a couple minutes, we’ll be there,” Abbi answered. “ J ust a couple more minutes. K eep driving, we’re almost there.” L ittle did Courtney know, her drive was almost over- for good. “ M aybe we’re lost, are you sure you know the way?” “ N ot lost, not lost, not lost,” Abbi just kept repeating it. “ O K, I think we need a break,” Courtney pulled the car over,and Abbi got out of the car and went to stand in front of it. “ P lease tell me we’re not lost!” Courtney followed her sister to stand in front of the car, seeing that they were on a deserted road, halfway down a hill. Q uiet echoed over the hill.// R ight now, it’s time//, thought Abbi. “ S oooo…” Courtney flipped her perfect blonde locks. “ T ry looking in the hood of the car, I thought I heard a weird noise.” Abbi replied. U nquestioningly, Courtney popped the hood, and searched, not wanting to find something wrong with her perfect car. V ery stealthily, Abbi moved to the driver’s side of the car, and she silently opened the door. // W hat a perfect plan//, Abbi thought. E x actly at the right moment, Abbi reached her foot in and turned off the brakes, and the car instantly rolled forward, taking Courtney underneath it.

Y ou’d never guess from looking at Abbi’s face that she was a girl who would murder her sister. Z ipping her backpack closed, she headed out of Biology, thinking what a bother it was to have to deal with her //perfect// lab partner, who never did the work, but got all the credit; //maybe if it looked liked an accident...// -Naira Demirchian, third period