I woke up the next morning and went to school like I normally did after the weekend. Luckily I had english with Mr Evans first so I wasn't in a hurry.
I walked into the empty halls and made my way into class.
"Elliot you're late!" Mr Evan's commented as i sat down.
"Hey look on the bright side I have improved, it's my first time this week!" I smile.
"Elliot, it's Monday." He sighs.
He looks at me and we both start laughing and the puzzled looking classes sat in their confusion. I guess you could say Mr Evans was my homie.
He started his lecture about Shakespeare, our topic for the past term and I half listened.
But my mind was set on the texts and anonymous killer. It could be anyone and I feared that the most.
"So Elliot, what do you think Shakespeare likes to encourage in most of his texts?" Mr Evans decided to pick on my with a knowing smirk.
"Well you know he is a smart guy, and smart guy wants dumb people like us, to realise that we can understand smart guy, like him, but then since some dumb people can't understand smart guy because he thinks dumb people can understand him, the read his text in a dumb way or dumb people somehow understand smart guy so then at the end of the day its either we all become smart guy or he joins us in being dumb people." i explain.
"What?" Everyone says in unison.
"In a strange way I feel like your right..." Evan frowns and I smile.
"OMG DOES THIS MEAN I CAN GRADUATE PROPERLY?" I yell.
"Your already graduating" He sighs and I shut up for the left of the lesson. After class, I got called in to stay behind.
"What did I tell you about trying to pay attention?" Mr Evans sits down.
"I do listen, but I choose to listen to what is relevant."
"Thats just being a woman." He sighs.
"SEXIST!! RACIST!! HOMOPHOBIC!!" I yell out.
"Shut up I'm not homophobic or racist."
"So you are sexist?" I smirk.
"NO! Okay back to the topic just listen in class for the last few weeks please!" He looks at me straight in the eye.
He pulls out his phone and starts texting someone randomly so I awkwardly stand around. When he sends the send button I hear a beep from my phone.
I check who it is and it was Anonymous again. Wait a second, you don't think, what no.
Wait could it be Mr Evans?? OMG PLOT TWIST. Now wait could it? In a weird way he has always been there and he does know where my locker is and since he is staff he can find out my locker combination.
Wait it does make sense. He could easily break into the school when I pulled the pranks, and everything that happened was always near school.
In a weird way it makes sense but what does Mr Evans have against me? All I've done to him is throw a paper aeroplane at his head.
But then again Alec has still been distant the last time I heard him was when he was on the phone talking to someone called Peter.
He doesn't have a friend called Peter though. When I was dismissed I realised I had a free period so I walked around the school until came to the school photo section.
There were year group pictures and I looked around until I found Mr Evans.
Under the picture of him it said, 'Peter Evans- English Faculty'
Wait a second, could it be the same Peter? But it's probably just a coincidence!
But if it isn't then does that mean Alec and Mr Evans are connected?

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