The morning after

My mother called me to breakfast and I smiled as I made my way to the kitchen. For years I haven't smiled in her presents so when she turns around and sees me she nearly drops her glass of orange juice. She shakes her head looking so regretful about the news she has to tell me.
"Mara I'm so sorry to tell you this but. A girl you go to school with...the singer who played Belle. You know the one with the long blond hair."
I let her stumble for a few moments and finally provide the right name, "Alana."
She stops and looks at me, "Yes, Alana, that sounds right."
I try to hold back my smile, "What about her mom?"
"Her parents got home a bit late last night and...and they found her dead." She pauses waiting for me to say something. When I don't she continues. "She was all cut up. It definitely wasn't a suicide. So that only means someone broke into there home with the intent to kill her. It's such a shame, such a sweet girl. She had such a bright future ahead of her..."
I get up as she says that. I quickly grab my backpack and make it to the door. All I hear is her yelling at me to come back, to talk about what happened. My answer is slamming the door closed on my way out.
I mumble under my breath, "She deserved what she got."