"What the hell were you thinking of?! Running about in the woods when you should be in detention doing schoolwork?!" Mr. Gallagher shouted at me. I can't stand the way that fucker shouts at me like that. "Sir, I wasn't mucking about in the woods, Zara and I were running from him!" I said, looking at him in the eye with 100% honesty. This sucker isn't buying it!
"Do you know how foolish you sound? Ever since you were bought into detention, you have been acting very weird. You bought the police over here on a wild goose chase and now you expect me to believe that my caretakers are getting killed by this "Star Pupil" killer?"
It's "SCHOOL Pupil", but I think "Star Pupil" is actually a better way to describe him. What's happened now? I'm in his office, getting scolded at for "skipping detention".
Up until that moment, he found Zara and me in the forest. Luckily, the psycho killer disappeared now that HE arrived. I brought him over to where Mr. Seville was killed and that was just outside the caretakers' hub.
Somehow, his body "magically disappeared"! And I am not joking about it; Zara and I literally saw Mr. Seville getting slashed by the Star Pupil right in front of us...in a PUBLIC AREA!!! Not believing us, he ordered us to head into his office.
Before I followed him over, I took a quick sniff of where some of the blood was and smelt the same smell that was on where Mr. Harris was killed!
"But sir, you MUST listen to me! Your caretakers are dying and you won't do anything about it!" I shouted, holding my hands out for trust, in which I'll never get. "I've had it with you and your shit, Jake. Go the room, pack your things and get out of my school. You're permanently expelled as of now." He said, gripping his right hand on his side.
I took one look at him, did a bottled-up deep breath and walked out of his office with a frown on my face. I'm permanently suspended from school forever?! It's not fair, I've done nothing wrong. God, if mum doesn't find out what's been happening, she won't help me out, she'll ground me for life!
As I went into the room, I clenched my fist so hard that I kicked the chair near my desk over. Wick move. Hopefully, nobody saw me doing that. I packed my pencilcase up and sat it in my school bag, along with my notebook.
Of course, I had to slip on my blazer before I could walk out of the room. And I need to sign out like always, but I'm not gonna bother. I am so frustrated to the point I feel like I want to tear down this whole school myself!
Trying to get this fucking door open!!! Right, security buttons!! "Jake!" Zara called out from behind me. I've managed to get through the door, only to be stopped by Zara. "Jake, please wait!" she said, stopping me from walking out.
"Wait for what?!" I asked her, in a pissed-off tone. After a few moments of silence, Zara replied back "Just wanna talk to you." I don't think I'm in the right mood to talk to somebody if I'm that browned off.
"What do you wanna talk about, Zara? My life's over: since Tuesday, everyone thinks I've gone crazy, now I'm kicked outta school and mum's gonna ground me. THERE, you had your talk!" Walking out in the driveway, only to be stopped by Zara again.
"Jake, I know how you're feeling, OK? I'm bummed that nobody would listen to us, but you have to get a hold of yourself. We can stop this guy together, the two of us." Hearing what she said made me realize "you know what? She's right. I HAVE to get a grip on myself otherwise I am unworthy for helping hands".
As I asked her "How?", I changed my tone and recomposed myself for our sakes."Remember the day I told you that Mr. Gallagher called me "Crazy Keith" by accident? Well, it appears to be that he may have a certain somebody like him." While saying that, she lifted a file out of her schoolbag and was given it for me to read.
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Star Pupil
TerrorWARNING: The following pages contain scenes of violence, strong language, horror and one scene of sexual nature. Pages may not be suitable for all readers. Reader discretion is advised. 16 year old Jake McDowell is an upper 6th year pupil who lives...