New York, A Poem by

Waking up.

Andy Contreras (continued)

I wake up in a chair next to my family's heir. I can't believe my eyes, my brother, lying dead next to me. My best friend sits in front of me, watching me I hope you know I made 50 new email accounts so I can make all those fake gossip accounts

Cassie says in a serious tone. Do you remember how we met?

Memory Lane.

I remember Pre-K at our prestigious private school When I met you, you were just some rich girl, I made you. You took all of that for granted and used all my ideas for your instagram account

When we got to highschool I was always “Angelica's Pet”

You always just wanted to hang out with your boyfriend, and once I got with your brother

Oh boy did you throw a fit on how I’m a bad person When he cheated on me you never even asked how I felt! It was always him. My screams were muffled into a little bloody rag. And now he's dead and Nobody’s ever gonna suspect it was me. Thanks to you making me look like the cheater.

Angelica Castillo has been missing for 2 days. Last scene at a local warehouse in Upper East, New York.