Freak.

Two

I sit in my regular seat at the back of the class. Before I make it to my seat I am already pulling spit balls out of my hair. Our teacher walked to the front of the class, high heels tapping.

English Teacher: "Alright class today we will be writing a five page essay on our feelings. Think, happy, sad, mad....any feeling and make it into five pages. I expect this done by tomorrow." She says as she walks back to her desk. I see her on Facebook telling her friends about her diet. She shoves potato chips into her mouth. I write my feelings. While the class jabbers about the upcoming dance.

I write about my current mood. Sadness. As I am deep in thought a sharp pain stings my cheek. A spitball. I look over at the culprit. Darren Williams. I feeling quickly turns from sadness to anger.

Me: "I warn you once, and only once. Stop. Launching. Spitballs. At. Me." I say in a stern tone.

Darren: "Pff, or what?"

He launches a spitball at my face. The class laughs. I take my dull pencil in hand and walk up to the sharpener near Darren. Another spitball. By this time my pencil is sharp. Another spitball. I lose it. My hand takes action and the next thing I know the class is screaming. I look down and see what I've done. I've killed Darren Williams with a pencil. The whole class backs into a corner away from the corpse. The teacher is phoning an ambulance and the police. Blood trickles down from Darren's neck onto the floor. I back away. I am a monster. I run out of the classroom and out of the school, I see the police appear accompanied with an ambulance. I run. I run into the nearby forest. I climb a tree and hide in its leaves. I hear screaming in the distance. I am the cause. I. Am. A. Monster