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I ruled high school. I was the Queen B, the school's Regina George.

Every boy wanted me, wanted to fuck me.

Every girl wanted to have the same facial features as me, the same body features too.

I was able to manipulate the teachers anytime I wanted. I was even voted most likely to become a model or become rich.

I was also voted most likely to live in an unwanted relationship, a sad life owned by a sad girl.

They weren't wrong. They weren't fucking incorrect.

My life fell apart once I exchanged numbers with my husband next to a crime scene. It cracked into pieces of black beauty, hoping to free once I leave him.

But I didn't leave him. I stayed and my school was correct.

I wanted to escape a depressing life, an unwanted relationship. I would do anything. Just like how I would do anything to stay a beautiful woman.

Anything.

Even murder.