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|𝙎𝙀𝙇𝙀𝙉𝘼|
HIS name was Logan.
Sometimes I like to forget about him. Who he was as a person, in general because there was nothing to like about him and the only thing he had going for him was that he was popular and relatively rich. However, none of that worked in his favour – because he was killed a few weeks ago. Like, I'm serious, he was murdered by someone possibly in this school or in one of my classes. To make things clear, I didn't do it even though it would've been satisfying because he was an absolute twat but I'm far more involved in this than I should be. Minding your own business is hard when you find yourself in the middle of a murder investigation. I was always cocky about the fact that nothing would ever happen here, but I was humbled very quickly.
In a way, in a really fucked up way, I'm glad it happened. He deserved it, it was a long time coming and it was only a matter of time before someone had enough. He literally asked for it for so long and it's a bad thing to say because killing someone is bad, but I don't care.
Logan Bates deserved it.
And I hope it hurt.
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TWO WEEKS EARLIER
The first day of term never looked so ugly.
I was physically fighting my way through a plethora of students, a sea of red and white weaving through me and almost every time I felt a harsh bash into my shoulder. I take a quick glance at the obnoxious group of year eight boys with the Peaky Blinder inspired haircuts and JD drawstring bags hanging from their shoulders. They seemed to be worse this term and I fear I was getting scared of them. Me, a sixth former, nearly eighteen years old getting frightened over a bunch of boys that had probably only just hit puberty. They were oddly all laughing in sync and as I tried to dodge past them, I notice they were taking the piss out of a student in front of them who had odd shoes on and couldn't seem to walk in a straight line.
Pushing my focus elsewhere, it goes to an equally obnoxious couple at the lockers hard making out, one of her legs up against his waist as he gripped onto her thigh, pushing her up against his groin. At this point I'm not even surprised, I go to a public high school in the UK and blowjobs at the back of the library, quickies in the school showers and several pregnant students (one including my older sister), isn't surprisingly the most shocking things at this school, just normality. Wait let's not also forget a year ten student allegedly saw an IT teacher and an English teacher come tumbling out of the caretaker's cupboard roughed up and out of breath just before the summer holidays, they both never returned and neither did the student.
