Secret Santa

Ash Lee waits by the window, eager for her gift to arrive. Over the summer, she met 14 random strangers at a Latin convention and had grown to trust them over internet calls. When she is not posting on her Snapchat story, she waits patiently for the delivery man to bring that special box to her door. After crying about a movie for 3 consecutive hours, the time had arrived, and she rushed to the front door to see the Amazon package resting on the porch. Eager to open it immediately, she rushes back to her room to view the box. She goes to grab the scissors but hesitates. Should she open the box? Would her internet friends get mad? She opens GroupMe to ask. “I wish to open my present,” she says sassily. After getting no response, she types again, “So I can open my present?” “Tomorrow,” the Reverend Lord of the group replies. Disappointed in his response, Ash Lee says, ”Today,” not realizing the world doesn’t revolve around her. After creating a 30 minute video on Snapchat, describing her anger in astonishing detail, she returns to her bed to cry after being accepted on a full-ride scholarship to Yale. However, the day of the Secret Santa finally came, and Ash Lee was ecstatic to open her gift. The Zoom begins, and everyone starts to open their presents. Ash Lee, impatient as ever (and wanting to post something on Snapchat,) decides to go first. She quickly removes the tape holding the fragile box together, and shakes what's inside. Upon the first shake, a loud BOOM!!! Nails flying in every direction as her internet friends both laugh in glee or freeze in horror. The Reverend Lord had been as impatient as Ash Lee but wanted her to wait so he could see the show. Emily laughs sinisterly, knowing her plan to assassinate her Yale rival has come to succeed. Ash Lee lays there, nails through her body like Jesus on the cross, blood dripping on the bed like her Snapchat tears for attention.