The next day came pretty quick. Fallon woke up ready to kill. She had dreamed of her senpai all night. She knew what had to be done. She didn't want to be late today, like yesterday. She wanted to get in early so she could put her bag with the weapon, bin bags and spare clothes into her locker without question. She didn't like to be asked questions, and that's probably why she liked Isabel. She never asked questions. Fallon looked at her reflection in the mirror. The same, emotionless face stared back at her. Only this time would be the last time the reflection wouldn't be that of a killer. She looked at her hands. They were clean. By the end of the day, they would have the blood of her rival on them. She tied a black ribbon around her ponytail, and left for school.

The day passed slowly for Fallon. Nobody suspected what would happen, not even Ada, her first victim. She watched Ada all day, make sure she would come alone. She barely spoke to anyone, but Fallon caught her looking at Noah, dreaming about him. She would be dead soon enough though.

Ada waited by the bins outside the back of the school. There wasn't a student or teacher in sight. Who wanted to meet me here? She asked herself, becoming lost in thought. I wonder what they want. I hope this wasn't a prank.
Fallon looked at Ada. She was alone, just like she wanted. She put down her bag silently, and pulled out the knife, making sure she wasn't going to be spotted. She crept up behind Ada, and prepared to kill. She put her hand over Ada's mouth to prevent her screaming, then stabbed her with the knife in the other hand. She felt the knife repeatedly going in and out of Ada's defenceless body, and the life draining from her body with each wound. She took her hand away from Ada's mouth then stepped back to watch the body fall to the ground. She looked down at her blood soaked uniform, and was thankful she'd brought another. She pulled out one of the bags, and put Ada's body inside. She used all of her strength to lift the body off the ground and into one of the large bins. She then quickly changed, making sure she wasn't being watched. She wiped up as much blood off of the floor with the uniform that she'd just taken off. She used the bloody skirt to wipe her prints off the knife, then threw it into a bag with the bloody uniform. She tied off this bag and disposed of it as well, then she left as though nothing had happened.

That night, she lay in her bed like she always did. She had eaten her dinner alone like always. Her night had been pretty normal, even though she had killed someone hours ago. No news had been heard about Ada's 'disappearance', nor had anyone heard from her. Had Fallon done the impossible and got away with murder?