Misha Petite
Introduction
"Marilyn always had beef with Kara... I’m positive she killed her."
"She’s a witch, I swear I heard her chanting some weird crap in her room all the time!"
"Marilyn is definitely a Satanist. I mean... just look at how she dresses and stuff, she’s so weird!"
"I heard that she summoned a demon to kill Kara for her... I wouldn’t put it past her, honestly."
"Marilyn is possessed... she’s a sick individual, she deserves whatever comes to her."
"Goth people are evil, I know for sure that Marilyn killed Kara."
Rumors spread like butter on bread around campus that I killed Kara, my dead suite mate. Yeah, I hated her, but I’m not the killing type. Unfortunately nobody believed me, so I had go to court, face some jail time... everything just spiraled out of control. Kara was a bully and everyone knew it, including her. She constantly made fun of me because of the way that I dress, but I would’ve thought all the bullying and petty crap would have ended once high school was over, but apparently I was wrong.
As a 20-year-old, I had some college experience already, but my first two years were not hellish like they were when I met her. Kara, on the other hand was 18 and somehow, she thought she was better than me. I guess it was because her rich parents paid for everything while poor ’ol Marilyn had to work her butt off to pay for everything herself and get financial aid, rather than depend on mommy and daddy to pay for college. Heck, as a homeschooled kid I couldn’t even get a full scholarship to any college I went to. If I did get a scholarship, it only paid for about a 1/3 of the costs, which in my opinion was barely helping at all.
I had to endure her attacks on my character, skin color, style of dress, taste in music, hobbies... everything. Kara hated me and she wanted everyone to know it, especially me. I wasn’t anything but nice to her when I first moved into the dorm, so I didn’t understand why she had beef with me in the first place. Kara even made fun of me for being a virgin. She thought it was hilarious that a 20-year-old wanted to remain celibate until marriage by choice. I guess she also thought it would be funny to have loud sex every night and taunt me the next day, telling me that she would find a random guy on campus for me to screw and just "get it over with." Obviously, I declined every time.
Now that I think of it, I can understand why everyone thought that I was guilty of killing Kara... we had a big fight the night before she died, but I was nowhere near the campus when it happened, so that’s how the rumors started that I summoned a demon or cast some weird witch spell on her to kill her. I didn’t do any of that. I could never kill anyone even if I did hate them with every fiber within my body... I just couldn’t. But as I stated before, nobody believed me... except for one guy.