[Mrs. & Mrs. Smith] The best murder in the world

Title: [Mr. and Mrs. Smith] The Most Beautiful Murder in the World

Author: doomed to die

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Movie Mr.&Mrs.Smith fan.It tells about the unreliable and bloody puberty of the little girl from the S family. BG, easy, medium length.The author has been waiting for the sequel of the movie for many years. Please watch it with your own three views.

Content tags: flower season, rainy season, British and American drama, sweet article

Search keywords: Protagonist: The Smiths┃Supporting roles: Stupid humans┃Others: Seriously lose

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I'm Margaret Smith. 17 years old.A stunned 11th grader at Walnut High School.The kind of person who has no friends, classmates who can't call each other's names, and the campus queen who throws an all-school party without an invitation letter.

Every day when I go to school, my only hope is to get out of school.This is the same as the only thing I look forward to when school starts is to have a vacation.

I don't like school.

It's full of hormones, jealousy, pranks, comments, rules, teachers, and math.

But my mom thought full teenage years had to be in school.And my dad listens to my mom most of the time.So the conclusion is that if I don’t want to be caught practicing hard after playing truant, I’d better obediently learn the division stage identification of onion cells and frog eggs at school, and endure the screams of my female classmate Jiao Didi in the love period.At this time, the only thing I was grateful for was that I didn't have a partner in the experiment class because I didn't mix well.I'm not sure I'd be microscopically knocking out anyone's brains if anyone pointed at me about the procedure while making animal courtship noises in my ear.

That's why I don't make friends.

My mom is a killer.My dad is also a killer.I have a natural interest in firearms.Our family has always used strength to decide everything, and all family decisions are born under the fist.As a soft-handed underage, I am basically at the bottom of the family food chain.We never hire cleaners or sitters in our house.Ever since I was able to handle a frying pan, I've been the performer of all the chores in the house.

For heaven's sake, no one would eat my mom's cooking, and my dad carried over certain habits from his bachelor days into married life.

They are often on missions, but meals are always on time.Job content aside, they are like normal busy working parents who travel a lot.

Aside from the two hours of special basement drills I had to do every night, I was pretty much a normal high school sophomore.

In general, my life is harmonious and my life is safe.

01 What is Homecoming? Do you eat it? !

The leaves outside the window began to fall.

Dad put down the newspaper, revealing a stubbled face with biscuit crumbs on the corner of his mouth.He just picked up the mess from Spain and brought me a whole case of Thai curry.

"First of all, it's very interesting to buy Thai curry in Spain, Dad. Secondly, I think it was Mom who asked you to bring curry, thank you. And, Mom made it very clear that she wanted Indian curry .In the end, I ran out of money, Dad." I blinked at him.

He took a deep breath and put his hand over his chin, the cracker crumbs falling right on the back of his hand.Dad made a look of surprise and inquiry: "Margaret, I have to say that you are surprisingly similar to your mother. Whether it is the tone of speech or the damn ability to spend money. If I remember correctly, at the beginning of the month Your mother and I gave you double pocket money."

I looked at my dear father with a sad face.

"Kids these days are amazing," Dad went on. "Come on, tell me what you did with two hundred dollars."

"An investment with... vision, uh, and a decent return," I said.

"You helped Oscar upgrade his security system?"

"Is the upgrade of his fucking system a visionary investment with a good return? Come on, Dad. He's going to lose his wife in it sooner or later."

"Don't say that about your cousin, at least your mother thinks his security system has great investment potential."

I made an expression that I wanted to find a gun and kill myself immediately.

"You bought Apple stock?" Dad continued to speculate.

"Haha." I smiled noncommittally.

"Hey, I thought you liked Apple," Dad said, "That's the brand you have all the electronics in your room."

"That's because you bought it for me—you gave it to me, I didn't pay for it—why shouldn't I?"

"Tell me what the hell did you do?"

"...Can I not say it?"

"Of course, if you still want to have pocket money in your life."

I swallowed and said in a low voice, "You can't tell mom."

"Come on, Margaret," Dad laughed, "what do you think you can keep from your mother?"

"She sure doesn't know I'm a lesbian."

"..."

My eyes widened: "Hey, just kidding!"

Dad twitched the corner of his mouth stiffly. "While I'm still patient," he said, "Girl, your end may not be as tragic as you think."

I flung myself on the couch in desperation, tilting my head and confessing to Dad leniently—"I took part in the homecoming bet."

"what?"

"Actually," I watched Dad's expression carefully, "it's like buying a $[-] lottery ticket."

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end of september.Great homecoming.

The middle-aged female headmistress, who looks like the host of Food Channel, is wearing a sky blue formal suit that reveals a thick waist line. In the noisy lunchtime TV speech, she expresses her enthusiastic expectations for the coming homecoming.Along with all the other celebratory celebratory events, there is tradition to select a homecoming "King" and "Queen" each year in Years 11 and 12.About who will get the two final places, there is a lot of bickering on FACEBOOK at this time of year every year.

For homecoming my tenth grade year, I basically slept in a bed of four chairs in the school library.

I was holding more than a dozen leaflets that were forced into my arms while walking on the road. Some were beautifully printed by advertising companies and some were drawn by myself with watercolor pens. Without exception, photos of contestants were pasted on them.Jonah Robbie's dewy swimsuit photo is blurry, presumably taken by the backup team girls on their phones.Liz Cummings' boobs were padded into D's.And Susan Silverman's face was as smooth as a freshly peeled egg.Zhuangzai my PHOTOSHOP.

Immediately afterwards, I also saw the canvassing leaflet for Jacques Sixes.

The fat guy who sat across from me at noon and ate three hamburgers and then fainted from hunger in the literature appreciation class in the afternoon...

Sikes could catch up with me occasionally.I handed him the flyer across the aisle in a literary appreciation class, and he handed it back to me after painting himself a pig's head on a full-length photo of himself in a green hoodie.

"What happened?" I asked the teacher in a low voice while he turned his back to write on the blackboard.

He replied indifferently: "It's nothing, it's just a joke."

He added: "That gang from the Student Freedom Organization did it."

The Student Freedom Organization is a student organization that has not been approved by the school but has existed in private for quite a long time. It basically gathers most of the wealthy children from the east.Small-town middle schools like Walnut High also have sporadic members.

After a while, Sikes threw a ball of paper over.

I spread it out to see.

[This year, the young masters organized by the student freedom organization who were so rich that they used money to wipe their asses started a private bet, asking the students to bet on who will be the last homecoming king and queen, with odds of 1:2. 】

[They put a nickel on me this year. 】

Sixes wrote at the end.

【Don't worry. ] I wrote. [That is a group of flashy moths. 】

After reading it, Sikes shrugged helplessly at me.

I listened to the class with my face propped on my hands, and I was distracted by recalling the particularly generous pocket money this month.

Take some money from those gangsters to increase my bank deposit.Thinking about it is cheap and exciting.

[Do you know where to bet? ] I threw another ball of paper to Sixes.

[You also want to vote for me? 】

I wrote him a huge NO back on paper with a red marker.

After class, Sikes asked me repeatedly if I had made up my mind to bet.

"If you lose, you don't get a penny back," he said. "It's not easy to pick two out of dozens."

"I'm sure," I said. "If I win, I'll buy you a hamburger. You can eat as much as you want."

Sikes led me through the crowded corridors, down the stairs, and to the music classroom.It happened that someone inside opened the door and came out.Is a girl in the cheerleading squad.She glanced at me and Sikeses, and deliberately bumped my shoulder as she walked by.

It's really inexplicable.Do I have a face that attracts hate?

There were no members of the choir and drum team practicing in the classroom, and a few boys in sportswear were sitting on the desks staggeringly.

"Little fat boy." A boy with a nose spike lazily waved his hand and shouted at Sikeses. The rest of the conversation stopped and turned to our side.

"Long time no see." The boy said, "I hope you win the homecoming championship smoothly."

"If you choose the heaviest weight, you will definitely win." Another boy interjected.

Immediately, the rest of the boys in the classroom laughed.

"I'm here to make a bet." I walked around the silent Sikes