Don't go to School!

Epilogue

Logan's POV

I scowled as tree branches kept slapping me in the face. I knew Seth wasn't in a better mood. Joey better explain why the fuck he killed those people.

We ran closer and heard commotion.

"How could you?" cried Joey.

"They all tried to take Logan, Monica, and you away from me." answered a familiar voice.

"But how does Seth tie up in this?"

"Honestly, I don't know. I just overheard you talking about Monica being dead. By the way, she's at home." Woah. Monica is not dead? Best news all day.

"Yeah, I know. She called me earlier." How dare he not fucking tell me!

"Alright! Put your hands up! This is the police!" I shouted. Seth snickered. I saw Joey and Alicia with their hands up. "Quit fooling around. I'm only messing with you."

"So.. about the people I killed." Alicia said, blushing.

"I don't care. They were all suspicious at some point of time. Except I'd appreciate it if you don't kill Seth." I said.

"Yeah me too." Seth said.

"Alright. But how do we hide the bodies?" Alicia asked. Joey raised his hand.

"No Joey. Nobody gives a flying fuck about your idea." I said. He scowled at me. "Let's just bury them under the school."  So that's how the next few hours went. Nothing but digging, cursing, and throwing stones at each other. But we finally managed.

"There's just one thing I don't understand." Joey said suddenly.

"What's that?" asked Seth.

"Why did all those teachers disappear?"

"I can answer that." said a new voice. We turned and I remembered him as the old principal. "School budget was too low to afford paying for some teachers. We had to let 'em go. Now I just don't know how we're going to afford another teacher for room one-oh-one."

"If you keep our secret, I'll take the job." Alicia stated, wiping the blood of her hands.

"Great! You're hired." Then they shook hands.

"Come on kids. We've had a rough day. Let's go home." We began walking to her car. The principal walked back toward his own car too. I saw him grab something out of the trunk.

"Oh no you don't! You are all going to jail for murder! I don't even know how to describe this horrid act!" cried a woman. She stomped toward us.

"M-Mom?" stuttered Seth.

"That's right! I am so angry at you! I don't even know where to begin! You are in so much trouble mister!"  I looked behind her. Then I held up one finger. She didn't question it. I held up two fingers, which began to make her suspicious. Then I held up three. "What are you-" That was all she got out before the old principal whacked her with shovel.

"Everyone needs to shut up and take a nap." he scowled. We just laughed and went home, where we greeted a very sleepy Monica.