Gwendolyn "Gwen" Donnelly has only ever wanted one thing in her life: become class president.
In her senior year of high school a shocking murder throws a wrench into her plans. Gwen finds out that her favourite history teacher has been murdered an...
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The weeks fly by and somehow it's already October.
I haven't spoken to Gwen again and I can't help but feel like I made a mistake. A big one at that.
She trusted me and I broke her trust. I hate myself for destroying one of the only good things I had.
Even now when we're in the same room she can't stand to look at me.
I glance back at Gwen who is seated at the back of the classroom near the window. Which is coincidentally or not so coincidentally the farthest seat away from me.
Gosh she hates me. And the thing is I can't blame her.
Her eyes meet mine and it's like she's shooting daggers at me. I can practically feel the betrayal and anger rolling off from her. I close my eyes for a moment and move my gaze back to our mathematics teacher, Mr Henning.
Mr Henning goes through our upcoming work schedule and assignments for the rest of the year. My head drops down to my desk and Mr Henning's voice fades on into the background, my thoughts swarmed by how betrayed Gwen looked when she thought I didn't believe her.
The look on her face is something I'll never forget.
"It's not that I don't believe you, it's just that there is no proof."
The moment those stupid words left my lips a bit of the light in her eyes faded.
I did that to her.
I can't help but hate myself for it. Everything good always seems to be taken away from me. First my family is torn apart and now this. And I can't explain it but somehow this feeling is much worse.
The rest of the class feels like an eternity and by the time the bell rings I can't help but feel relieved that it's the last class of the day. Having Gwen this close and mad at me is killing me. I quickly pack my things away and practically jump out of my seat. I've been on edge all day since it's our first game of the season later today. I rush out of the classroom and make my way to the locker room. Even though our game is only later tonight I want to make sure that all my football gear is in perfect condition. One mishap could cause my father to absolutely lose his shit so I'm doing everything in my power to ensure that today goes smoothly.
After thoroughly making sure all my gear is ready for the game I put it all back in my locker. I'm just about to leave when something stops me in my tracks. I bend to pick up the small paper left on the floor.
I feel the blood drain from my face as I see just what type of paper it is.
It's a piece of chewing gum wrapper, but not just any kind of chewing gum.
