Soul snatchers

Caught in the act

That evening I place my blue contacts in, when I'm called downstairs to join my family for diner, my dad places my favourite Sunday diner, on the placemat in front of me. Once we're all perched on a chair around the table, I turn on the TV and change the channel to 1 and the news comes on.

A concerned looking, smart dressed man is seated behind the table and blabs on about politics, recession and various squabbles over oil.

I continue eating my meal until I hear:

"King Jacobs's beloved maths teacher, Mrs Mckenzie was recently found in the head teachers boot, mauled by what appears to be a small blade, chocked, and then dumped haphazardly in the back of the car".

"The head teacher:Mr Cook denies all accusations, however we are yet to hear his alibi as he claims to be framed."

"Although this evidence is very solid, we have found another lead as some students in Mrs mckensie's last class of the day said she was with another pupil a couple hours before the body was discovered."

I struggled to keep the roast potato in my mouth from choking me, I had left my bloody clothes in the school bins.

What an idiot I thought

After diner I opened my window and clambered down one of the many disgusting drainpipes that grew up my house like ivy. Once gaining a couple grazes off the brick wall, I dropped to the bottom. I snuck through on to the front of the house using the garden door.

School wasn't far from my house at all, about 20 minutes walking distance, I would walk to school every morning with Catarina and Jess (my other best friend),guess living so close will be a burden now as I would be a prime suspect along with the fact that I had stayed behind after class and many students saw me. It was only a matter of time till one of those stupid brats remembered me and sold me out.

Once reaching the school I realised I'd have to be very careful, there were police crawling the place, luckily they were mainly grouped outside discussing possible leads, so I thought it best that I went in the back entrance.

I entered the area behind the canteen and dug through the industrial sized bins till I found my bloody clothes. I stuffed my clothes into my backpack and started to go round the back when I walked smack into one of the cops.
Shit

He immediately seized me and took me inside the canteen.

"And just where do you think you're going?" He questioned patronisingly

"I had to fetch my music coursework, it-it's in soon." I retaliated

"Oh, that's fine, except for the fact that you crossed a murder scene for music homework, and if that was any other kid I doubt they wouldn't use the tragic accident as an excuse to avoid doing any possible homework. So I think you're the first kid I know who is determined to interrupt a murder scene for homework. However I'd like to see your bag just to prove my final hypothesis."

Damn this guys good

I handed over my bag just in time to see his face twist in disgust and surprise as he realised I was the murderer, before I slammed a panini toaster i found on the side, into the side of his skull with a sickening crunch, definite 10/10 for creativity and it had the bonus of little clean up unlike the last one.

I put the toaster in my bag to hide evidence, placed my gloves on and dragged him out back and into the industrial bins.

Luckily our school has a low budget and doesn't have many cameras, making the ones up, really easy to avoid.

I jumped the fence at the bottom of the netball courts to risk even being heard by the mass of police officers now looking for that guy I killed. I think his name was Larry or Harry or something like that, oh well he was in my way and a danger to blowing my cover, it was a necessary move.

I also got a free panini toaster, so I guess you can barely say bad things come from bad actions.

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Later that night it dawned on me that I'm slowly beginning to loose my control and previous morals, I've killed TWO people.

And I highly doubt they will be easily unnoticed in a small community like our own. It won't be long until my parents start to get suspicious, plus I've got to have a super good alibi to explain what happened with that stupid maths teacher, and it's got to be water tight.