Devin

Chapter 3

But I could do it. You know. Seek revenge. Mrs Brook took a life. So if I do chose to seek revenge it would have to be to take her life. To kill Mrs Brook.  I mean, I'm sure thats not what Sam meant. This is my own plan.
    “Are you alright?” Ethan asked. English class. I looked up at him. I mean, it was either that or stare at his chest.
    “Yes?” I said confused.
    “Your dog died” Ethan said.
    “Oh yeah” I nod “I mean it’s upsetting but, i’m not going to brake down in tears.”   
    “You did that yesterday, didn’t you?” He asked.
    “Yeah” I whisper, angrily scribbling on my piece of paper. It would have been scribbles had the ink not run out.
    “Erm, have you-” I begin to ask. Ethan put a pen next to me.
    “Thanks” I say and begin to scribble on the paper. Where was I? Oh yes revenge. Murder. I could do it at school, you know poison her drink that kind of thing, or I could kill her at home. Wait. I don’t know where she lives.
    “Ethan” I whisper.
    “Yes?”
    “Do you know where Mrs Brook lives?” I ask. He looks at me. Wait, maybe I shouldn’t have just said that aloud. Ethan stood up. Oh for, is he going to report me? Really? And I thought we were friends. Ethan walks across the class room and out the door. Great. What even - I thought we were friends or something maybe. Jeeze.
    “Devin, what is Ethan doing?” Mr King asks.
    “Erm” I said with sweat dripping down my head “he went to pee?”
My king nodded. Oh, it was okay when Ethan excuse himself, but when I do it I get a whole heard of people hunting for me. Mr King picked up a poem book and began to read from it. Wait, we’re doing poems? Do I have a book? Am I supposed to have a book? What was Ethan writing? Ethan had sheets. Do I have work sheets? I pull up my note book. Found it. A sheet of poems. Ethan’s sheet had notes on it. I’ll copy them. Not exactly. Just enough.

Ethan got back to class half an hour later. This time Mr King did say something. The disappointment was clear in his face.
    “Ethan, where have you been?” Mr king asked.
    “I was hungry. So I thought I'd get some food.” He said. Not nervously. That was just his voice. A sort of low strong mumble.
    “Oh, well you should do that in break, take a seat” Mr King said. What? Thats it? When I go out to take a snack I get detention. Wait. Unless. Ethan had a good excuse to eat. Like a disorder. Oh no. Not Ethan. I love Ethan. Well apart from the way he’s vaguely scary and I'm not sure if he wants to kill me. Maybe he does. Maybe he’s waiting for the perfect opportunity to kill me. Nah, then he’d have to hate me, and who hates me? Right? I’m wonderful. Ethan sat down  next to me. The teacher went back to explaining why the poet mentioned the colour of the sky was blue. He seemed to think that it meant something other than it was a nice day. Ethan handed me an address, on a small square of paper. It wasn’t his hand writing.
    “What the - where -”
    “I know a kid” Ethan said.
    “You know his timetable too?” I ask. Ethan stares at me.
    “But thanks, thanks a lot.” I say.