The most beautiful roses have their cruelest thorn

But that wasn't enough to satisfy you

Mia Madden, February 27th, 2019, 9:41 PM. 16 days before the murder...

Today, I'm eager to have something done about this. This would be such a blessing if the meeting happened on his birthday since it is right around the corner. By around the corner, I mean tomorrow. With my head up for a change, my only motive on my impetuous one-track mind, I am here for one reason. Revenge, after everything that shouldn't have happened. My hopes are up. I'm fired up for a change. Behind the gym, down the corridor, here I am, your familiar face. I knocked on the door after I saw the lights were on in his room. Instead, I saw the guidance counselor. Young, with no hair on his head, almost six feet tall, and was usually dressed in lilac and black suit. He was a nice guy.

"Hi, um, where is Mr. Hudson?" I asked kindly.

"He's not here. He won't be here until next week. He's in Japan." He responded in his soothing voice.

"Oh ok. Thank you." I said, walking off. He went back inside as slow as ever.

Japan?! Why is he in Japan? I asked myself... Oh! that's what he meant when he said he won't be able to make arrangements as quickly as he can. But, why did he tell me to come back today? Judging by that quizzical face of disorientation he always has, I guess he didn't know the exact date he was planning his leave of absence, so he just hastily assumed.

Dejected, as I'm rehabilitating my plans. They were suddenly changed and weren't procured in my way. I felt lost in my tracks. I guess I'm more likely to wait until the beginning of next week. But, if this meeting is, in fact, March 4th... That's Daniel's birthday! He wasn't lucky his birthday was a Monday...

Wait... was this Mr. Hudson's plan the entire time? Is it because Daniel committed the ore extenuating act? Based on how Mr. Hudson operates, deductive reasoning shouldn't have to be redemption. For his creed, he is the type to do the most heartless actions for justice. Speaking of him, Daniel has been silent for some odd reason. He's hardly talked to me and stayed distant.

But, I think I realize, It was not only Armando who was an influence, Aaliyana was also behind this scheme. If she would grab Armando's face, willingly, this could all have been staged from the very start. I walked by the main doors. Sun and clouds; hopeful yet dreary.

...

This didn't work out. But, I don't understand how Daniel could be so foolish to backstab willingly, and forcibly concede to. For Armando and Aaliyana, they did this of their own free will. They have too much freedom, and they did commit the less insinuating act. But, Armando is behind the entire thing. The meeting should be held on his birthday! Though, you cannot blatantly disregard the perpetrator who committed the enlarged offense. Though, you still have to pay for your crimes, right? This is like a court of law, isn't it? In that case, I believe I deserve a punishment for allowing myself to be involved in the dark side of middle school. ...this is making me angry!

But, those risks come with benefits, right? I think I'm starting to lose hope. But, I don't expect myself to give up so soon. I promised myself to never give up after that floundering attempt to execute myself. Disappointed, I headed back to class.

. . .

I'm self-recovering. I'm starting to take things slow. But, as soon as I relax, I get a text from my class's group chat. To my surprise, he sent the same message that Daniel sent to me. This was in the form of a screenshot. My heart sank, as kids were beginning to go online, and look at the message. The actual texts were secluded and were covered in black pen markings. I noticed a former classmate who moved this year had sent it. Of course, he was one of Armando's friends. His name is Tommy.