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10.0 Candela_Chapter 1: In my head

Again?

I sighed and made a disappointed face. In my head, of course.

I was standing in front of my school locker, mentally pitying the poor monkey who had filled it with some putrid, brown substance that I had no wish to identify. It was both amusing and disheartening to know that there were still idiots in this school who hadn't realized that provoking me was akin to a self-condemnation.

"HA HA HA HA! What's that in your locker shit-face? Your mom's tampons? Pfft. HA HA HA HA!"

Well, looks like I won't need to check the video cameras after all.

I didn't even turn around because I had already identified the voice. In fact, I had already deduced that Frank Stones was the only muscle brain with a skull thick enough to not realize how utterly stupid his juvenile prank was.

But you see, I am a very nice person, so I selflessly took it upon myself to educate this buffoon before he got himself into any real trouble.

My face contorted into an evil grin. In my head of course.

-

Frank Stone was feeling much better today. He'd been in a foul mood ever for the past week, ever since his friends had stopped coming to school for some reason. He'd called them a million times but they never picked up and when he went to their houses, their parents would tell him that they were sleeping or feeling sick or crying over their dead dog's body.

But he wasn't buying it. He thought back to what they were doing before all this shit happened, but all he could remember was them stealing lunch from a few nerds or hitting on some girl. So it had been business as usual for the Kewl Kids Klub.

The only other thing he remembered was one of his boys walking into a stone-faced black kid and the rest of his boys ganging up on the little fucker to teach him a lesson. But a teacher had seen them and broken it up before they could do anything.

Black kid musta brought em some bad luck then.

He resolved to deal with the little bastard himself, hopefully that would get rid of the bad luck haunting his boys. If not, then squashing a filthy bug should fix his mood up anyways. Besides, he'd always hated that kid, not just because of the color of his skin but also because the kid never said anything at all. For some reason, looking at his stoic expression always sent shivers down Frank's spine.

And so he filled the kid's locker with dog-shit and made fun of him in front of everyone in the hallway and though he felt a lot better afterwards, something kept nagging at the back of his head as he went to gym class.

Once the class ended, he wiped the sweat off his forehead and headed into the showers. He was just taking off his gym shorts when he heard his phone beep, indicating that he'd received a message. He walked over to it and smiled as he read who it was from.

Melissa: Hey Frankie, wanna come over tonight? My folks are leaving for the weekend so we can have a lot of fun ~ iykwim

He smirked and told her he'd come over to chill. He put away the phone after texting Melissa for a few more minutes.

Fucking whore. Just won't shut up will she?

He finished showering and wore his regular clothes.

Hm? Something smells strange, was there a gas leak or something?

He walked out into the hallway and was just thinking about how to mess with that black kid again when he heard someone call his name. He turned around.