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I know, I know. Of all the people you'd ask for answers about that night, I'd be at the top of the list. But when you die, memories of it just get erased. Or at least they did for me. I guess I'm partially relieved about that because I don't really want to relive that horrific moment...
All I know for sure is that I was, indeed, murdered. However, I only know that because when I tried to get into heaven, they sent me back to earth to solve my unfinished business—whatever that means.
Let me introduce myself. My name is Kristen Suzuki. I was 18 on May 28th, 1998 when it happened.
Unfortunately, it was also my prom night, which totally sucks because I never made it to prom.
That day wasn't exactly like any other day. Some kids got to leave early to get ready. However, my parents were begrudgingly letting me go to begin with so they weren't about to let me leave school to get my hair done.
That being said, I was practically the only senior girl still on campus by the time last period came around, so I ditched with this hunk, Kyle. He's tall, with amazing blond hair and a chiseled jawline. He basically looks like Kurt Cobain (R.I.P). So, how could I say no when he asked to hang out?
I was hoping to have a Ferris Bueller type of day, but there wasn't much we could really do in a such a short amount of time. I had to get back home to get ready and be at the school for 6:30 PM.
We went to the Poughkeepsie Galleria for Dippin' Dots. Then we walked over to the South Hills Mall to a new store called N.U.T.Z. where Kyle bought me a purple dragonfly necklace that I wanted. Isn't that sweet? Then we stopped by Media Play so Kyle could pick up the new Pearl Jam album.
After that, we just drove around for a bit listening to his new CD and drinking Kool-Aid. I'm not really a fan of grunge. I'm more into the Spice Girls and the Backstreet Boys, but Kyle was so effortlessly cool that I wanted to be into whatever he was into. Which was very confusing for me because there was still Naveen.
Naveen asked me to prom and I was supposed to meet him in front of the school that night. He and I had a bit of a complicated relationship. We had dated for a bit in secret since both of our parents were hellbent on us going to Ivy League schools. Wow...
It's all really setting in for me now.
I'm not going to an Ivy League school anymore, let alone any school! And I'm never going to see my parents again so they can't even be disappointed in me for not going to college!
And who's going to feed my tamagotchi?
Being dead really sucks.
I'd advise you not to do it... if that was possible.
And poor Naveen! He probably thought I was standing him up. I mean, now he knows it wasn't actually my fault for not being there. But it makes me sad to think that, at the time, I unintentionally hurt him. He's also a really great guy. He's tall, dark, handsome, smart, and athletic. Part of me thinks I might have been in love with him. If I wasn't confused about my feelings for Kyle, I think Naveen and I would have still been together.
The police have a short list of suspects: there's Kyle, Naveen, and his "friend" Reuben. Honestly, I don't think any of these guys are sociopathic enough to murder me. But I guess we'll find that out soon enough.