I sat in the back of the class so I could glare at the back of everybody's heads. Maria wasn't in my class. She probably wasn't even in class. I gave her quite a beating about Kendra. It wasn't my fault Kendra was dead. Maria was the one driving.

The teacher kept talking. It's funny how teachers only call on people who don't know the answer. Don't deny it. You know it's true. I wish Kendra hadn't become such a brat. I wish I hadn't said that. I wish she hadn't been run over. Well, maybe not that. Kendra did get what she deserved.

I remember when I used to be nice. That was before Kendra moved. After she moved, I became a bit sourer. After she got back, I became even sourer. After she died, I became the reaper of all happiness. That I did.

Maria is probably P-Oed at me. I sighed. The teacher glanced my way, and then continued with the lesson. I fell asleep. I didn't wake up until after class. I was late to my next class.