Jennifer--s: Body -2009-
Megan was at her locker when she heard the news. She smiled.
I didn’t run.
“I’m hungry,” she whispered. Her eyes weren't human. They were the color of root beer bottles held up to the sun. Jennifer--s Body -2009-
“You’re bleeding,” I said, pointing at a dark drip from her nostril. Megan was at her locker when she heard the news
“You said boys,” I said. “Not Chip.” ” I said



