Mom was always a great friend to have as a child. Like the time she gave the Eulogy at my pet poodles funeral when I was six. I remember my whole family turned out for the occasion. I wore my best dress. My brother, Rocky, and my father were in attendance. So was the neighbor that had accidentally killed Spotty with his car. Of course, my best friend was there.

Jon had moved to my neighborhood when I was four, and we became instant friends. He came over every day for endless contests of Candyland, played for what else, but candy. I usually won. I was always a better player than him.

That day of the funeral, I cried endlessly. Jon made fun of me because, "girls were such babies" I always hated him for saying that in my time of distress. I used to answer back with the intelligent and witty comment of, "na-uh, youre the baby." Eventually, this petty argument over who was the bigger baby ended our friendship.

I remember the day Jon told me that he didnt play with babies and walked out with my game under his arm. My whole life was that game. Candyland shaped who I am today. Of course I would see Jon in school since then, but never did I see my beloved Lollypop Woods again.

Now twelve years later, I still havent spoken to Jon, and nor do I regret it. Mr. Popular always a different blonde on his arm. He never dated anyone different. All were blonde members of the cheerleading squad. I watched him with a close eye. I was studying his every move, always watching for him to do something to my game. His gorgeous brown eyes and that short brown hair. Although I have to say his ears were always his best feature. I have a thing for ears, especially his sexy ones. Rumors around the school say hes well equipped. You know what I mean, strong lungs. I bet he can blow one mean trumpet. Maybe Im a dweeb but thats a turn on.

I wanted him. I wanted revenge on him. I wanted him. Hes just the man I want. I want to climb into his bedroom at night and sleep next to his naked body. I want to seduce him. I know he wants me. Hell take me, and then well follow it up with a riveting game of Candyland. I want him to be mine forever. Those blondes dont deserve a man whose ears are as wonderful as his. They dont deserve a man with lungs as strong as his. I bed he can swim underwater without going up for a breath for hours. Those "women" dont deserve the only man that I would play and share my Candyland with.

No matter how beautiful that boy is to me, I can never forget how he seized my Candy Castle and held it prisoner for twelve years now. So maybe Im still a little bitter towards him, but he left me in my time of need. He ruined my life.

Being with him and seeing my game again, would be as sweet as the Snowflake Queen. Although love never was my game, my game has always been Candyland. He stole away my game. Now he must provide both games for me. Love and Candyland are what I am seeking. He must return it. He must return to me. He loves me. I know he does. Hes teasing me with all those bimbos. He ignores me because he loves me. Ah, Jon, our lives will be perfect. Well be able to buy six or seven copies of Candyland, one for each room of the house. We met over a game of Candyland. For the wedding, we can dress up. Ill be the snowflake queen, and youll be my king. Our guests will all be gingerbread men. Oh, Jon, were in love.

Jon, just yesterday Rocky announced he was having a baby. We could share our Candyland knowledge with it. Well teach it tricks, and how to win against expert players with ourselves. I bet you lay in your bed at night, playing the game, thinking of me. I bed you sleep with the pieces, hoping it was me next to you. Ah, the joy of playing the game again. Oh, Jon, come back to me Love. I need you now.

Now I must do what I have avoided for years. Im going to talk to Jon; Im going to promise him the love and devotion of a woman like me. Im going to get my game back, and love the man of my dreams.

I arrived in school with gumdrops and kisses on my mind. I knew what he was going to do. He was going to love the idea of us playing Candyland in bed. Hes going to love the idea of being with me all the time. He knows he wants to get married next month. He knows that our lives are as one. Hell stop teasing me with those girls. Hell drop them and fall into my arms. Then he and the game with move into my house with me. Yes, thats just what will happen.

Must Get Jon Must Get Game a voice chanted in my head. I spotted Jon at the end of the hall going through his locker. He should find the note. The note I spent all night writing just so I could get it perfect to give to him.

"Dear Beloved Jon,

Our lives are meant to be together. The game knows.

The game told me, were going to be together.

Dont go against the game.

Be with me. Well make love on the board.

Well play the game as foreplay.

Doesnt it sound wonderful, Jon?

Our lives forever together in a game.

You know you love me.

You always have, Jon. You love me.

Love,

Your Snowflake Queen."

He read the note. His eyes got large. You know he was just shocked that I knew he wanted me. He turned and looked at me. I smiled at him and walked towards him. He said to me the cruelest words I have ever heard spoken. "I have destroyed your game, and you are a scary sick person, and you need help, stay the hell away from me." With that he turned on his heels and ran out of the hall. I felt my face turn red, as the voice in my head started chanting, "kill... the... boy"

I listened to the voice chant, "kill... Kill... Kill... Ears... Take... The... Ears... Kill!" The voice got more excited as it chanted. Louder and louder it got. The chanting was loud. The voices! Oh, the voices! "Kill! KILL!" Stronger and stronger, the voices got. Yes they were right, I must kill him. I must do it. "KILL!!" Yes, voices! Speak to me!

People around me, were starting to look at me as if I were crazy. Me? Crazy? Theyre the crazy ones. "Kill... Them... Too" the voice added in. Yes, Voices. You are right. All must parish. Wait, Im not crazy. Why am I listening to voices in my head? They are right though. Yes, Ill listen to them. Just this once, I will listen, they speak words of wisdom to me. "ALL MUST DIE!" the voices boomed.

Someone grabbed my arm. I spun around, with murder on the mind. My other arm is grabbed. I spun in that direction. Who keeps grabbing me? Theres no one touching me, I thought as someone pulled my hair. "KILL! KILL!" the voices boomed louder. Everyones out to get me. I know there are. Why must everyone one hate me? All I did was love a game. Oh, my precious game. Jons probably torturing my gingerbread men now. The tears fell from my eyes, as I thought of them screaming for help as my love killed them. He killed my men! He must die! DIE JON!

Where did he go? I smell his stealing hands. They smell like candy. I smell his cheating heart. It smells like candy. I smell his lying mind. It smells like candy. Follow the candy smell. I must. I must. "KILL The Boy" the voices chanted in my head. The excitement in my heart was great. I will be getting revenge. He needs to be punished. Give me my game, I would scream as I saw him suck the last breath of air, as I wrapped my beautiful hands around his sexy neck. Yes, Im more powerful then you. I will kill you.

DIE! DIE! I ran my finger across the sharp edge of the locker. The blood starting pouring out of my fingertip. I wrote across his locker, "I love you. Now you must die. Die my king, Die!" I dropped my hand to the side, the blood flowing freely. Blood. Die. Jon, will die. His blood will flow through my fingers. Yes, die. DIE!

Follow the candy. I sniff the air. Hes in the gym. Follow the candy. DIE. KILL! I float into the gym. I see him disappear into the pool room. Yes, hell be swimming. Ill drown him. Hell die for his sins. DIE! The voices chanted. "KILL!!"

"ALL MUST PARISH!!!" I screamed as I dove into the room. I saw Jon with my game in his hands, as he dove off the diving board into the deep end. Ill get him. He has ruined my game. Hell die. DIE. DIE. I jumped into the pool. I opened my eyes, and saw him swimming along the bottom. He looks up at me, hes laughing at me!

Hes laughing! Hes pointing at me! He has my game. DIE! My game, its mine! Hes laughing! DIE! I dive after him. DIE! He swims very fast. DIE! I cant keep up! DIE! Hes laughing! DIE! DIE! Oh, DIE! He isnt DIE! Breathing. DIE! Am I DIE! Seeing DIE! Things? DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! I DIE! Cant DIE! Breath DIE! Im DIE! Dying! DEAD!