Post by character on Apr 24, 2011 1:15:47 GMT -5
It was Easter morning, and while it was a less disappointing Christmas for some children, it was still a holiday that spread vivid colored eggs throughout the house, hidden by a mysterious bunny. Samantha used to love the holiday when she was a child, but as she grew older she didn’t like it as much, it was just a reason to eat candy and get a few gifts.
Today was the last Easter that Samantha was going to celebrate in her life. The last breaths she was going to take, the last everything for her. Sam woke up that morning and put on the cutest outfit she owned, the dark silk purple tight dress she had worn for a party once. She had curled her hair and made it wavy, and did the best makeup job she knew possible. Now why was she looking so gorgeous for Easter? She wasn’t. She was getting dress up to die. That’s right, suicide.
If she was going to die she was going to die beautiful like Ali from Pretty Little Liars. She was tired of her life, and dying wouldn’t bother a soul in the world. Sam had gotten her beauty sleep all night, and waited for her day that people would feel guilty for killing her. Before she went to sleep she had written a will and a letter to whoever found her body.
Her will was mostly for her parents and siblings, but a few things went to Giselle Carter and Olivia Cedar. Nothing for Jesse, who could have been the cause of her death?
To whoever found by sexy & gorgeous body,
I, Samantha Harrison Caron have committed suicide, looking as beautiful as ever.
To the envelope to the left there is my will, and I have some dirty work that needs to be done for me. I would like my funeral with these people:
Jesse Kelly, Giselle Carter, Chloe Taylor, Madison Owens, Abigail Lane, and Alexandria Loucie-Caine and her brother. They may bring guests if they please.
Forever and Always,
Samantha Harrison Caron
Sam had a rope hanging from her living room ceiling and a stool underneath. She slowly walked on it and placed her head in the hole of the rope. ”Kiss me goodbye bitches,” she said as she kicked the stool from underneath her and her neck cracked. She was out cold and dead.