Oakley's POV

I've had enough. I've dealt with the taunting and torturing every freaking day, just because I'm the orphan that's a little different.

Today at school, I blew my top. When I was outside after school on this November 24th morning, I already wasn't having a good day. It was just one of those days, you know? Anyways, today one of the mean girls (mindless leader, in fact), Renee, must have been in a bad mood, too. Not only did she steal a precious locket that belonged to my mother when she was alive, she said some pretty hurtful stuff about my foster mom, Annaleigh, and Annaleigh's sister. People she didn't even know. She made it pretty clear we knew who we are. Thank God Annaleigh wasn't there. I was trying to be the better person and not beat her up over a piece of jewelry (even though it's a pretty big deal to me), but when she started in with the verbal insults, I lost myself and kicked the shit out of her.

The thing that's so ironic about this is that Renee and I used to be friends when we were younger. I assumed we stood on the same ground about the "in" crowd, until my parents died. I won't lie, I was pretty messed up there for a while after they passed. Being uprooted from your home and having your parents snatched away can do that to you. They put me in a hospice for six months after I got settled into my foster home with Elaine, which is where I met Annaleigh. We were both hesitant about becoming each other's friends, but after she visited me in the hospice a couple times it started to work out. I won't go into the details, but that basically sums it up.

The fight with Renee's group wasn't the easiest fight I've ever been in, but apparently Renee and her clones don't know what a gym is. Renee's two mindless followers got teachers that ratted us out to the principal, who before today, I thought was a pretty nice guy.

The funny thing about favoritism is how obvious it is. I took all the heat while Miss Perfect Pants didn't even get yelled at, which caused me to say some pretty nasty things right back at the principal and got suspended for the rest of the year.

On my way out the door, I put a hand on Renee's shoulder. "That pitiful dad of yours? Yeah, I'll make sure Elaine doesn't vote for the slime ball that created the world's biggest bitch."

Renee smirked. "You don't have to. He is the most well liked person in Chicago."

I put on a sweet, innocent face. "So you two are polar opposites, then?"

I walked out the door, inviting shell-shocked Renee to eat my dust. I walked until I was a good ten blocks away from the school and my house, to where the bridge is. I sat down on the cold concrete and my head touched the rusty red metal, which brings us to where we are now.

To passing cars, I probably look extremely normal. Little does anyone know the next time they see me, I won't be breathing. Like I said, I'm done with this. But there's one thing I have to do before I die, a last laugh. I want Renee arrested.

No, I'm not going to plant jewels in her pocket or anything like that. I'm going to singlehandedly accuse her of being the one that bullied me to this point, which is actually true. But if I would just jump off the bridge, no one would know who drove me to that. Annaleigh and Elaine would blame themselves, and I can't hurt them in that way. I know Annaleigh has a lot on her plate right now. I don't want to push her over the edge.

I know I need to prove Renee did it, so I pull out my laptop and flip it on. After waiting for a few minutes for it to boot up, I go to Formspring and log in. I go to what I know is Renee's Formspring and leave a note for her and the rest of the world to read:

By the time you read this, I'll be dead.

That sounded like a good way to start.

You may think you've won, but think again. I hope I haunt you forever, you bitch. Learn some self control so maybe you don't kill your next victim.

Short and sweet, just how I like it. I was famous for being very blunt. But it doesn't feel finished without an explanation.

Annaleigh and Elaine: this has nothing to do with you. You guys are awesome. Take good care of Molly.

That seems pretty final. I shut down my laptop and put it in my backpack. I walk to the other side of the bridge and shove my backpack into a bush. Maybe Annaleigh or Elaine or the police will find it, but it's not like I really care what happens to it.

I walk back to the center of the bridge, taking off my jacket and shoes. I'm sure someone will notice me, so I'll have to make this quick. Stepping up to the cold iron, I curl my toes over the edge of the bridge. I take a deep breath of the late autumn air, close my eyes, and smile. Then, I jump.

There are a few seconds of falling that gives the sensation of flying. Pure weightlessness. My red chin-length hair dances in the wind like flames. Goosebumps rise on my exposed pale arms and my feet are cold, but that doesn't matter.

But the chill of the late-November air is nothing in comparison to the frigid temperature of the water below. When I hit the water I go from cold to freezing. Alaska to Antarctica. I sit under the water and hold my breath for as long as possible, freezing the entire time. And finally, once my limbs are numb and I can't hold my breath any longer, I inhale the freezing water. I heel the burn in my lungs as my body strains for air. Eventually I sink into unconsciousness. I hit something hard and feel as if I am being dragged upward, even though I'm probably just imagining things. Before I detach myself from the world, I smile. I succeeded.

A/N: Yeah, yeah, I know. Pretty short, right? But I'm planning for the next chapter to be a lot longer. Oakley is not a girl of many words. J

I know I have a lot of explaining to do. But I was waaaayy busier than I assumed I'd be Thanksgiving break. Strangely, even though I'm busy this weekend as well, I can find time to write and post. Then again, I'm not as busy. I also just want to say that I'm probably going to rewrite the prologue because I know it's not very good. I wrote it in five minutes because I was so ready to start the story, but I didn't want to do it without a prologue. Lame excuse, but true. I don't like lying.

I know I have a lot of explaining to do. But I was waaaayy busier than I assumed I'd be Thanksgiving break. Strangely, even though I'm busy this weekend as well, I can find time to write and post. Then again, I'm not as busy. I also just want to say that I'm probably going to rewrite the prologue because I know it's not very good. I wrote it in five minutes because I was so ready to start the story, but I didn't want to do it without a prologue. Lame excuse, but true. I don't like lying.

May 18, 2011: I rewrote this chapter because I felt that it sucked in a few places and was too blunt. If you read the first chapter, you will know why I came to that conclusion. Well, I'm going to get back to Renee's POV now, so. . . bye!