Mourning clothes, mourning clothes, she was too young to own mourning clothes! Kids her age weren't supposed to die, let alone be brutally murdered. And then, two in as many days! How was she supposed to dress for this? After rushing to the mall at the last minute the night before, Ket found the perfect black dress, not too showy, just subtle enough. Add in demure, yet eye catching, black pumps, minimalist make-up (so it wasn't running down her face while she cried and dabbed tissues of course) and she was set. Now to just make her fashionably late appearance looking quite the part of the sad, grieving class mate.
Stepping into some sort of revolt, Ket quickly realized what was going on. So, the students had decided to take things into their own hands. Great, what if they picked her? They wouldn't pick her, they just couldn't! She'd never done anything to them, besides throw fantastic parties. Please, she was all about inviting as many people as possible, so she sure wouldn't go around killing other students off!
"You know," she started, running one hand along her pinned up hair-do to make sure it was still smooth, "normally it's the quiet ones, you know like those crazy kids who shoot up their whole schools. I bet Marguerite has gone a little nutso."