Shit.
Nothing in the world could describe my hatred, but yet nothing can be done. She is a teacher, and I am a student- yet I am superior.
RING.
I clasp my watch in my hand and read it:
4:30
Finally, the pain and suffering is over. I snatch my bag and dart out the room, staring back at my teacher.
"Crawl back to your daddy; Satan!" I yell as I turned back to face her. The sun's rays stare at me, yet the warmth has gone - kidnapped from the air. I slowly trot down the stairs as I hear loud whispering. The whole point of whispering is to be quiet. A small round face pops out underneath the stair well.
"Oh hey!" A soft voice tremmers. The small group quietly walked out of there. A cut peicr of paper escapes from the middle girls bag and wisps around the hall.
"Hey! You dropped this! I shout.
I dash to pick it up.
What. The. Actual. Fuck.
"Hi Angela,
I love you, I do.
But I can't act on it - it's a sin.
But I can't be around you no more, I'm very sorry, and I hope you will forget about this and your homosexual tendencies.
May God strive to be with you.
-A"
To each there own, I suppose. I check my watch again.
4:43
"Great, I missed the bus."
I grabbed my bag and silently treaded out to the hallway. Abruptly, a loud shreik echoed through the halls, vibrating everything - every nook and cranny any crack - everything.
It sounds like bloody murder.
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School Of Secrets
Mystery / ThrillerSecrets. We all have them. But has something so bad ever happened, that turned three average people to detevctives determined to solve the mystery?
