Simon Says

Chelsea

"Simon says... Hmm. Put your hands on your head." The teacher said. All of us teens obeyed. "Alright. Simon says, cover your mouths with your hands." We did as he said. "Run." A girl with bright red hair ran out of the classroom. The teacher sighed. "I didn't say Simon says, Chelsea." He pulled a lever and the chains around her waist and hands pulled her back into the classroom. The other students remained with their hands around their mouths, looking away from Chelsea. They knew what happened to those who made mistakes. Chelsea screamed as I flinched to the sound of bones snapping. She was sent back to her desk. Usually, it was a race. I heard the teacher stomp. She was dead. "Everyone, sit down. Because of Chelsea, we have to start again." I was the only one who sat. Chelsea was lying on the floor, just about to her chair. She could have made it if she was faster. There was a puddle of blood around her mashed head. She probably could've gotten out of here, too, if she was smarter... I sighed and waited for the teacher to threaten the other students. This had been going on for a few weeks, now. Every day after school, a random amount of random students were randomly chosen to participate in a 'fun' game of Simon says after school. Every time we played, somebody would die. Usually, it was one of my friends. But Chelsea wasn't. She was one of the mean girls. I didn't much care for her, nor did I care that she was now dead. I had been chosen to host the game a few times now, and I had fun while doing it. It was amazing to get revenge on those who had done wrong. Or just on anyone.

Sure, I may be a sociopath. But who cares?