Theodore Christopher White sat up in bed, groaning as he hit the snooze button on his alarm.
He sleepily stepped out of bed, trying not to trip over the dirty clothes all over his room.
He quickly made his bed, fixing the gray sheets. He put his pillows on each side of the bed.
Theodore grabbed some Khaki pants lying on his desk and slipped them over his boxers.
He grabbed a green shirt off the back of his desk chair and held it up to his nose. He almost gagged. The shirt smelled like rotten fish.
He picked up another shirt off the top of his dresser and smelled it. This one smelled much better than the last one.
"Perfect." He put on the blue polo and grabbed his black backpack by the door, along with his shoes. He exited his room and walked to the kitchen.
Theodore picked a red apple from the fruit bowl and turned on the tv.
"Shadyside, small-town America. But among locals, a history of horror has earned it another nickname, Killer Capital USA. And last night, tragedy struck again." The news reporter informed the viewers.
"I'm here with Sheriff Nick Goode. Sheriff, what can you tell us?" The news reporter turned to the brown-haired man next to her.
"Uh, there were seven victims, ages 16 to 42. Uh, the perpetrator's also deceased."
"I need to fucking move." Theodore groaned. Turning off the tv, he put his backpack on his shoulders and left the house.
Theodore's father had already left the house for the bar. Theo's father was barely ever home.
His mother left when he was twelve. She couldn't take the pressure of being a wife and a mother. So one night, she just up and left.
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"Hey, Deena," Theodore smirked, leaning against the lockers next to her as she did the locker combination.
Deena rolled her eyes and turned to him. "Theo, we have been over this before. I like girls."
Theodore smiled. "Fine, but if you ever change your mind, I'm right here."
He turned to see a kid in a hoodie walk up to the locker next to him, holding a knife. They carved the word 'rip' into the locker.
The locker was Heather Watkins's, one of the victims of the mall massacre. Her locker was covered with notes from students saying "miss you already" and "gone too soon." there were a few pictures of Heather on her locker.
Theodore had known the girl. He would buy books from her at the mall. She was a nice person. It seems in this cursed town, everyone good dies.
