Ok. So this is an idea I got from TaterTots over at TWoP, or pinkBubblegum123 over here. She passed the torch and let me write it. Originally, Marissa was supposed to wear a big jacket that made it impossible for her to talk, and every time she died, Summer would go, "Oh my god, you killed Marissa! You angel!" but that was way too much of a rip off of South Park. Anyways, I probably didn't do it as much justice as say, NaijaChiqa would have, who writes Marissa so perfectly in Revenge that it leaves me dumbstruck, but hey, I tried.

Title: We All Killed Marissa!

Rating: PG13 for language, and, well, violence.

Summary: Marissa is cursed by Holly and dies every day. She tries to reverse the curse but always runs out of time. Takes place after "The Rescue". Written in 1st person POV, and from different people every chapter. First chapter is just a prologue. The real fun starts next chapter.

-----------------------Holly's P.O.V.----------------------------------------------------

I am like, so pissed off at Marissa.

I have never hated anyone more in my entire life. First, she steals my dad's money, and then she has the nerve to be angry when Luke hooks up with someone who is actually hot. And, you know, weighs more than like, ten pounds.

Ok, so maybe I'm exaggerating, and maybe Marissa didn't steal our money. Oh, right. That was her dad.

But I'm totally right about her being all gnarly and skinny, n'est pas? And like, she's a total basket case too.

I wish she had died in TJ, and done us all a really big favor. But, sadly, she's alive and well, and skinnier than ever, and she can fit into all those nice designer clothes that I used to have.

And how can she even afford designer clothes anyways? Doesn't her dad owe like, a billion dollars to people? Gosh, this blows.

I passed by her in the hallway today, and her stupid brown hair was all shiny when she flipped her hair and talked to Chino trash. I snickered and whispered something to my friend Heather. Marissa acts like she has the perfect relationship with that Chino kid, but I can tell he isn't interested in what she's saying.

I mean, come on, he's nodding along to something that doesn't need to be nodded along to!

Marissa glares at me, and my hatred is suddenly renewed with ten times the power it had before. You know, like when you recharge the battery to your cell phone? Like that. I want Marissa to die a painful death, and I'm not afraid to let anyone else know it.

Wait. No. Not only do I want her to die a painful death, I want her to die a painful death every single day.

Oh, wait. That's impossible. You can only die once. Duh! I think that maybe I should lay off the margs in the morning. And it's totally mean to wish someone's death over and over again, like that movie, Groundpug Day. No, wait.

Groundhog Day... that's it.

But then Marissa kept on glaring at me, and suddenly I felt like having my dream come true.

Well, one of my dreams anyways. The other one is to meet Justin Timberlake. He is, like, such a hottie.

But I'm getting off topic, here. So anyways, I'm sitting at one of those cute little tables outside with Hailey, Heather and Hannah, and I tell them about my curse that I wanna do on Marissa. They were so supportive.

"Oh my god, Holl, that is like, the best idea I've ever heard. We can buy one of those black magic books that they sell at Chapters and totally use one of those curses. It'll be fab!"

I have the best friends ever.

So then the next day after school, we went to the bookstore and bought this awesome book about cursing people and we went over to my house and we got to work. I forgot a little about exactly what it said, but you know, die every day, come back to life the next day, all that jazz.

And we totally thought it wouldn't work, and I started worrying about what would happen if it did. I mean, wouldn't people be a little creeped out if they saw her at school one minute and then, like, dead the next minute?

I think people would get suspicious. I mean, I know I would. That's probably because I'm one of the smartest girls in school. You know, compared to Skinny McBitch.

But anyways, I'll just have to wait until tomorrow to see if my awesome curse did work.

Now I'm all sleepy. Must be those sleeping pills I took. See, I thought they made you not sleepy. Because, I mean... oh. Right. They're sleeping pills. Duh!

No, really, I think I need to lay off the margs in general.

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