The others laughed and circled around Sarah. Kick a ginger day! Kick a ginger day! They screamed in her face, taunting her, remorseless little bastards they were. Kids can be so cruel. But cruelty begets cruelty, does it not?
Evil? She thought. I’ll show you evil.
Days, weeks, and months pass. The anger never went away, but grew, festered like an open wound. Sarah was waiting, waiting for the perfect moment like a cat stalking a bird.
It came during the end of the year field trip, a sleepover at the planetarium that had been the talk of the class since its announcement months before. With summer looming so close they could smell the fireworks and BBQs, it seemed only fitting to take it all away from them just then.
Giant globes, lit up ceilings with maps of the stars, laser shows and an IMAX movie about the space station – there had been so much to see that despite the scarfing of sneaked candy bars and other treats, their little heads were anchored to their pillows before they knew it. All but one.
Zippered into their little sleeping bags, tucked in tight like the worms they were, it was almost too easy. Darting between the displays, Sarah delivered her justice with mom’s favourite kitchen knife, the sharp one that she was never allowed to use. Pitter pattering to each of her classmates that had wronged her, she covered their mouths, slit their throats as quick as she could.
In the bathroom Sarah paused in front of the mirror, watched blood drip from her fingers, her red hair, her ruined nightgown – is that really me? She smiled and nodded to herself, yes. This is the new Sarah.
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