Karma : Olyvia’s p.o.v._(0)
Sometimes it’s hard to know who’s going end up being the victim… The sun is just starting to set over the tops of the trees in the neighborhood. I pull the mirror out of my purse so I can apply a new coat of tantalizing red lipstick. Satisfied with the reflection, I stick the knife from my purse into my bra, toss the bag under the seat, and climb out into the school parking lot. I parked around back so the car wouldn’t be visible from the road. I know the middle school doesn’t keep cameras in the lots so it’s a perfect place to leave the getaway car since the neighborhood is literally right behind the school property. I tape the keys to the underside of the car under the driver’s door, take a …