I really like this story. Being 18, I can certainly relate to a lot of it. Most high schools will have some sort of status symbol, whether is be the car you drive,the sports you play, the clothes you wear, or in this case your cause of death. The narration was great, albeit very annoying, and it sounded like a lot of the people in my school. My only gripes would be the lack of the word "like." and the use of effing. "Like" has to be by far the most frequently used word by teenagers, even more then "I." As for "effing" I don't know anyone who consistently uses that word; Teenagers just say fuck.
On a side note, I think she's a burner. If Mr. Popular can call his death by flaming marshmallow a "burner"
then the protagonist can certainly call her self a burner.