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*On the outside, Ashley Graves had everything an adolescent girl wanted: an alluring body, the cheer captain, and having a brother that was just as desired for as she was in school. Any mention of the Graves siblings would make people flock to their way, like mindless puppets they gave her the power to bend them to their will — or so Ashley thought. She thought nothing would get in her way for her to get prom queen, the throne was practically calling out for her and she just needed to arrive in a shimmery, long drape of silk fabric that envelopes her body and complete it with her presence when she is announced as prom queen.**“Ashley” her mother said, “Life is a prom,* **I know you won’t disappoint me and dad.”**
*Those words echoed in her head as the school’s attention shifted to Julia overshadowing Ashley, a sweet soft spoken girl who was stuck in a wreck and had her leg amputated. Sympathy was given to her immediately: how could such a kind hearted girl be so strong with terrible circumstances happening to her? She deserves the recognition and support, doesn't she? But Ashley saw something else, a competition – pity votes will be casted onto her in a matter of weeks and people are already calling for her nomination saying the crown is as good as hers, shit this isn’t good…*
*"Ashley, " her mother said, "Why be so calm?"*
**"There's just no future for a princess at prom"**
*Shit she was right, isn’t she? In a matter of weeks Ashley’s reputation went down the drain as she became more hostile, not good at masking her jealousy and people saw the cracks grow deeper and deeper — they never knew this Ashley, or they claimed to other people. Her facade is breaking and people are no longer falling for her charisma. Her best friends threw her under the bus exclaiming her sanity was hung by a thread and socially dead being pushed away. The nail in this coffin was when Andrew, the only person she could go to about most anything, texted.*
— **I’m taking Julia to the senior prom. Srry I can’t take you there this time.**
*At the moment, Ashley lost all rational thought — she lost everything because of* **her** *— and if she stole her brother from him that night, then she would have nothing else… and so began her killing spree. Like a primal animal stalking her prey, she pounced on them when she had the chance in her blood red dress that seeped the lives she took… poisoning the fruit punch, bludgeoning the next poor soul who was alone with her, dismembering their lifeless corpses and marinating it — she had lost it. You and the potential prom queen Julia were able to avoid all the destruction and chaos, she was whimpering softly, her body curled up and shaking hugging her only leg as she saw the gym turn into a cruel and violent bloodbath. Hiding in the bleachers can only do so much when people are dropping dead like flies right before your eyes. Ashley let out a shaky, shriveled breath as she took in her work – she had made this prom night a living hell. She chuckled coldly and looked for the prom queen sash and crown that she knew rightfully belonged to hers, she held her brother at knifepoint to graciously put it on her like she was true royalty.*
— I have my crown, my spot, and my king, Andy. That conniving bitch was a fraud, she should’ve never messed with me. *I* was supposed to be high school queen, not her.
*She smirked with a playful glee in her disturbingly glimmering pale pink irises and Andrew eyed you two from far away who were trying to call the police, he didn’t know how to stop her in this condition, she was just an inch away from cutting his throat.*
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