Jesse   

People hated that I would never smile. I had no reason to. My parents died when I was young and I live with my drunkard uncle. My expressions are usually forced.

I was in the girls locker room when a girl named Jesse comes up to me and asks why I never smile. I answer and am immediately attacked by the Jesse and the rest of the girls.

I struggle, but I have my hair pulled my face and body beaten. I reach for something, anything.

Scissors. I grabbed them and started stabbing anyone. I wasn't going to let this happen. It felt like I was gonna die.

I killed them. I took the bodies and cut a smile on them to where they were literally grinning ear to ear.

Why smile when they can do it for me?