I watch as the two grip each other's hands firmly. Why aren't I with him? I stare scornfully at the girl with the blond hair. Beach blond tramp. He's mine! One day....
I clench my teeth. "Have fun, Kyle!" I call.
He doesn't answer. The girl turns her head toward me. "We intend on it!" She snaps.
"Calm down, Victoria." Says Kyle. "She's just wishing us some fun on our nineth first date."
They've always had misfourtune dates in the past. Ironic? Maybe not. Three weeks ago, Victoria had bitten a dead rat I stuffed into her sandwitch. The next date they fell out of a boat. Another time, my personal favorite, a mass murdur at an
amusment park. They escaped by riding a coaster. Then it crashed. This time I plan on getting rid of Victoria once and for all!
