We don’t like Erin. I can’t remember why. We just don’t.
One day, Mina sat down at our lunch table and just started talking crap about her. Her clothes, her voice, her hair, her family, even. Erin was out sick that day. Mina never told Kristin and me why she stopped liking her. Mina sets the tone for our little group. It’s a miracle she even befriended us. We were nobodies before she came here.
So, Mina invited Erin to come out tonight. She knows Mina is mad at her, so she must have been shocked when she got the call. Her parents never let her out on school nights, but they must have made an exception. Because it’s Mina. Her parents are crazy strict but they love Mina. All parents do. She’s smart and funny and gorgeous and charming. As my parents say, she’s “going places.”
Kristin and I are hiding in the closet in Mina’s bedroom. She is going to trick Erin into saying nasty stuff about us, then we are going to jump out of the closet, surprise her, rough her up a little bit. Nothing crazy.
I hear our cue from Mina. I nod at Kristin and we leap from the closet. Erin screams. We pounce, punching and slapping and scratching. Erin tries to fight back but it is pointless. It’s 3-on-1. This is epic! Is someone recording this?
Mina emits a guttural scream, then slams Erin’s head against her heavy oak headboard. She’s knocked out cold and we all laugh. When she still isn’t moving minutes later, Kristin checks her pulse with trembling hands.
Hours later, I’m in a cold interview room at police headquarters with a hardened female detective. She sits across the table from me and asks, “Why did you girls do this? What were you thinking?”
I shrug and lean back in my seat. “We just didn’t like her.” The detective’s mouth forms a long thin line. “When do my parents get here?” I ask with a sigh.
“Really soon.” She gets up and leaves the room rapidly, shutting the door with a slam, leaving me alone with my thoughts.