Turns out this chick posts on her livejournal that she's some badass goth kid with problems and is real angry at the world and that she wants her mom dead.
Two guys fall for it.
It goes a lil' something like this:
CRAIG, Alaska — What 16-year-old Rachelle Waterman seemed to want most in this tiny island village was a bad reputation.
She wore a black leather dog collar and fishnet stockings to classes at Craig High School. She bragged about practicing Wicca and told people she planned to get a pentagram seared into her rear end.
She dated older guys and danced suggestively with girls at school dances. She titled her blog "My Crappy Life: The Inside Look of an Insane Person," and spiked it with swear words, sexual innuendos, and smirking accounts of being an outcast.
"Oh yeah, I also got voted Biggest Freak for my class — that makes me happy," she once wrote.
But among the 1,100 close-knit residents of Craig, few were buying Waterman as a true bad girl. To them, the teen was the prized daughter of the school board president and his equally civic-minded wife.
Like her parents, Waterman appeared to be the ultimate go-getter, singing in honor choir, suiting up for the volleyball team, and competing in Academic Decathlon. If she wasn't teaching younger kids about the dangers of drugs as a DARE volunteer, she was playing in pep band or working stage crew in community theater.
She could wear all the black clothes she wanted and talk tough to her friends and on her blog. To those in Craig, Rachelle Waterman was still a decent kid.
But on a cold Sunday morning last winter, a gruesome discovery deep in the forest that covers Prince of Wales Island called that assessment into question.
A hunter stumbled across the charred body of Waterman's mother, Lauri. Within days, the teenager was implicated, and people in Craig began asking themselves how much of the honor student's tough-girl act actually had been real.
"We all just thought of her as an extension of her mother, just somebody who is always doing something for somebody," said Scott Willburn, whose son Jon attended school with Rachelle Waterman. "People were shocked and stunned."
On Tuesday, Waterman goes on trial for first-degree murder and other charges that could land her in prison for the rest of her life. Supported by her father and some friends, she maintains her innocence.
What will not be contested at her trial might be its most troubling aspect: Whether she is found guilty or not, evidence indicates that Waterman's exaggerated portrayal of herself as an angry teenage outcast actually led to her mother's murder.
The second weekend of November 2004 was an exceptionally busy one for the Waterman family.
Sixty-year-old Carl "Doc" Waterman, a real estate agent, went to Juneau on a business trip. Rachelle traveled to Anchorage for the regional volleyball playoffs. Lauri Waterman, 48, stayed behind to help at a Chamber of Commerce dinner. (The Watermans' son, Geoffrey, 20, was at college in Washington state.)
Traveling to and from Prince of Wales, one of the most remote places in southeast Alaska, is no easy job. The 140-mile long island, the third largest in the United States, sits in the Inside Passage, the string of islands and peninsulas between Juneau and British Columbia.
The cruise ships that patrol the passage's whale-rich fjords in the summer bypass Prince of Wales. The island has the breathtaking natural beauty, native culture and wildlife that visitors to Alaska seek, but its rustic towns lack the big hotels, fancy restaurants and nightlife many tourists desire. It is accessible only by pricey sea plane and a three-hour ferry from Ketchikan.
For the approximately 5,000 islanders, a trip to Wal-Mart or Burger King means a 12-hour journey; a junior varsity basketball game often requires a ferry ride, a flight and a night in a motel.
On Sunday afternoon, Rachelle Waterman and her father arrived back at the family home. The teenager put down her bags and booted up her computer to update her blog on LiveJournal, a popular online diary site.
"Well back from anchorage and it was an okay trip. I got kinda sick but oh well(.) Did shopping, played v-ball (got 5th, bah), and that's about it. Not much to tell, well I got these incredibly awesome boots that go up to my knees. I absolutely love them. will post pic later," she wrote.
Elsewhere in the house, her father was getting worried. He had been surprised when his wife didn't greet them at home. Now it was late and there was no sign of her or her minivan. Stores and restaurants in Craig rarely stay open past 8 p.m., and "Doc" Waterman was convinced something was wrong.
He reported her missing to the Craig police department.
The officer who took the call knew almost immediately that Lauri Waterman wasn't missing, but dead. At noon that day, a hunter trekking down a remote logging road had seen black smoke billowing over the evergreens. He summoned state troopers who found a minivan on fire and a charred body inside it. The body and the van were on the way to the lab for positive identification, but after "Doc" Waterman's call, there was no doubt about the victim's identity.
The news spread through Craig quickly. From the Dockside Café to the fishing piers to the Moose Lodge, people were shocked.
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