It was that post that made her speak for Tammy on the "Our World" website, which angered the Anon girl, and she finally subdued the girl, which was really happy. Even though she now remembered the post about her hair, she was still ashamed and angry, and trembled. It doesn't matter what others say, as long as Jamie says everything about her that he likes it. That post destroyed her, made her unusually sensitive to the topic, and took her an unknown amount of time. Since that post on May 5, she has struggled to comb her hair every time she goes out.

Okay, let's get started, baby.

She stood up from her desk, walked over to the dresser, and plugged in the socket to heat the curling iron. The barrel can cause split ends, but at least it will make those few strands of disobedient hair fit.

She turned on the light on the dresser, took off her shirt, threw it on the floor, and put a short tank top over her bra, and she liked the three colors on the waistcoat: red, pink, and black. After trying the curling barrel, it would take a few more minutes, and when it was almost done, she began to brush her hair. It's really unfair. You want to have a face, you want boobs to have boobs, you want an ass to have an ass. It's just this damn hair.

She accidentally glanced at her computer and saw an instant message from a friend.

Go check out the "Chilton Report", I mean right away!

Mira laughed. Trey used so many exclamation points, what a fuss.

She doesn't usually read the Chilton Report, which is full of political issues that she doesn't care about, but she does put the blog in her news feed. She did so after Chilton began posting posts about the June 9 crash under the chain of "car kidnapping" posts. Mira also attended the dance that night, and just before Katyusha and the other girls left, she saw Fiona arguing with Katyusha.

She turned to the keyboard and tapped: no explosion, why?

Trey replied: Chilton removed the name, but people say that Travis attacked Tammy!!

Mira Input: Is this a fact or is it your guess?

Trey replied: It's a fact, a fact! Because she messed with Travis on her blog, he was. Check out that post! Driver = Travis and Victim = Tammy.

Mira had a bit of nausea in her stomach. She began to tap on the keyboard, bringing up "The Chilton Report" and scanking through the chain of posts titled "Car Kidnapping." Towards the end, she read something like this:

Reply to Chilton, post by Brittany M.

Does anyone watch the news? Someone left to attack the girl. So what's going on? Oh my gosh, I bet it's the driver!

Reply to Chilton, CT093's post.

Where did the police go after the incident? I heard that the girl in the trunk had been raped and had a cross carved into her, and then he had her locked up in the trunk and drowned. It's because she messed with him, the driver, I mean I just saw the news that he hadn't even been caught. Why not catch it?

Reply to Chilton, anonymous post.

My friend and I were near the beach where the victim was found, and my friend heard the police talking about the cross, as if he had placed the cross as a warning to people to stop writing. The victim was assaulted and raped because she provoked the driver. I mean, what she wrote on her blog him off! Listen, if you annoy him, if you don't use a proxy or anonymous post, you delete it completely. He'll find you!

Reply to Chilton, anonymous post.

I really know where that driver is going to play the game, he says it's the driver, he says he's going to settle accounts with the person who posted the post that scolded him, and he's planning to cut their throats like terrorists on TV, hey, police, that driver is the murderer!

No, God, no! Mira remembered a post she had made about Travis. What did she say at the time? Could the boy be angry with her? She frantically rummaged up the web page and found her post.

Reply to Chilton, Bellamira's post.

You're right! On the 9th, I went to the dance with my friends, and the driver stared at them, and they looked like they wanted to leave. But he didn't look like he was leaving, and he went out with them as they left. We felt guilty for not doing anything we could, and we were all there. We all knew that the driver was a hapless man and a pervert, and that we should call the police when they left. I had the feeling that I had in "The Ghost Whisperer" that something was going to happen.

Why? Why am I saying this?

I'm done, I shouldn't care about Tammy. Don't mess with anyone online. And I said something about Travis.

Really. He's going to hunt me down now, too! Was he the one who made the noise I heard outside? Maybe he was really out there and my brother scared him away when he showed up.

Mira remembered the biker she had seen. It's over, Travis always rides a bike; Many students at the school ridiculed him for not being able to afford a car.

It was so frightened, angry and scared.

Mira stared at the post on her computer screen when she heard movement behind her.

There was a snap, just like it had come from earlier.

Another snap.

She turned away.

A heart-rending scream came from Mira's mouth.

A face—the most terrible face she'd ever seen—stared at her from the window. Mira's normal thinking suddenly stalled. She threw herself to her knees with a thud and felt a stream of hot fluid run between her legs: she was incontinent. A pain erupted in her chest, reaching her jaw, nose, and eyes. She almost stopped breathing.

The face was motionless, staring stunned with two large black eyes, the skin was scarred, the nose was full of gaps, and the mouth was stitched and bloody.

A sense of extreme fear surged through her body, and this fear only came about when something terrible happened to her as a child.

"Nope! Nope!" Mira sobbed like a baby. She ran as fast as she could, as far as she could. She slammed against the wall, crouched on the carpet, and she was knocked out.

Those eyes were staring, those black eyes.

stared at her stunned.

"No ......"

The jeans were soaked with urine and my stomach was tumbling. Mira crawled towards the door in despair.

Those eyes, bloody and stitched mouths. Snowman, scary snowman. Somewhere in her head that was still working told her it was just a mask hanging from a crape myrtle tree. But that didn't diminish the fear it had aroused in her—the most primitive of her childhood fears.