Halfway down the street, I heard a scream. Deafening, piercing, and horrifying, it rings through my ears. It's coming from the school. Why do screams always come from the school? Oh, that's right. Because school leads to homework which lead to tests which lead to anxiety which leads to stress which leads to uncontrollably screaming in a school hallway. Or in a stairwell. Or anywhere, really.
Hi, I'm Carla Zitrollini, and I like to lie. I'm also extremely clumsy. But you knew that already.
I figure I might as well get some good pictured of the bitch trying to throw herself down the stairwell before she actually dies. You might think I'm insensitive. I'm not. I just prefer the cold, hard reality of a shitty situation.
I walk back to the school. Maybe run is a better word. Yeah. I run back to the school. I fling open the glass doors of the building, and find the source of the scream: the drama studio.
What the hell is going on here?
I open the doors to find Amy McIntosh standing over Ms. Tamyra, whose hands are soaked in blood.
She is standing over the dead body of Albert Hoss.
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The Murder, the Why, and the How
Misterio / SuspensoTen students walk into a classroom for a high-intensity arts course that will land one of them a scholarship at Juliard, the best arts school in the country. They never expect to deal with more than too much work. Ms. Tamyra, the teacher of the clas...
