"Holy shit..." She wept, smearing plasters of blood on the tiled floor. Tears soothed down her puffy cheeks. She sobbed as she placed down a sharp, luxurious golden shiny pen with blotches of red dripping from the pointy end. Avoiding contact with her face, she clenched her fingers in pure disgust. She lamented, "What have I done?!"
She wrinkled her nose, conductively examining the gored corpse right in front of her. Longing at the mess she created. The moisturizing scent of rotten, warm flesh swam through her nostrils. She gagged, feeling sorry for not only herself but to the one she silenced externally.
Checking her surroundings, she automatically began to panic. She leisurely stood on her feet and hastened to a nearby door. She locked the doorknob as quickly as possible. Next, she struggled to sneak beyond the area.
The life she took was just a few inches from the entrance. Despite it being unable to do any harm, she refused to drag the temple far to the dark corner. That would cause an increase of trails than yet. Gradually, the overwhelming stress regarding the deceased body overpowered her mindset.
Her legs began to wobble. She wailed once again and collapsed against the filthy tile. She hyperventilated at this rate, utterly disappointed at her choice of affirmations.
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The wealthiest kid in town strolled past the corridors out of spite, skipping his least favorite subject. He couldn't give a rat's ass if he failed the class. It wouldn't prevent him from graduating, especially since it was an elective course by option.
Brushing the idea off his shoulders, he proceeded to fly his thumb on his phone screen. He texted a friend of his to pull up. He paused in his tracks, requesting a reply while worried he may get caught breaking regulations.
Coincidentally, he heard a sudden thump crash within the wall beside him. He jolted in action and subsequently shook. He had no clue how to feel at that moment. Nothing's been notably absurd in Rosemeadow aside from cringey school announcements and the outcast students, so what could this mean?
He slid the phone in his pocket, tilting his head sideways. He rolled his pupils at the glass next to him. He stuck his nose into a new business, cornering unhappy gestures. However, what he saw would be hard to forget.
He gasped in horror, unbelievably witnessing a preposterous scene. His main target, inside the music room, deemed she was pleading while grinding her knees and hands on the ground. The coffee eyed guy searched to catch another pair of eyes. There were no other witnesses, unlike him. Right then and there, he picked up his phone.
