I dragged the teacher into one of the stalls and slammed her against the wall. Surely, she fell on the toilet seat. I then proceeded to close the bathroom entrance, locked it with a spare key I found at the Janitor's little office. I could hear the teacher trying to stand up from the floor. I took a look at the sink and my eyes caught something interesting, the papers and article.
I took them and went back to the stall where the teacher was.
"So, is this the way you're gonna take me down?" I said, holding up the papers and article.
"Give them back!" she shouted as she lounged towards the papers in my hand.
In her attempt of grabbing the papers, I pushed her back, making her fall down and hit her head on the toilet seat. She groaned in pain and looked up at me.
"Teenager Brutally Murdered in his Residence" read the title.
"Young teenager Michael Caldon was found brutally murdered and cut open in his own yard. Investigators say that before the murder, he was tortured severely. His mother explains she was working overtime when young Michael called her to tell her he was going to a friend's house after school. Of course, she didn't give her name to the public. Police interrogated the teen in school grounds. She assured that Michael was in his house safely before she left. There hasn't been anymore traces since then. Not even neighbors know anything. This is not the first case reported like this one, there's been 5 more cases reported in the past 3 years, all in different residences and schools.
We want to inform everyone to be on the look out for any suspect or to give any information to the closest authorities."
The bathroom was filled with silence as I finished. I looked at the other paper, all of them filled with my every bit of information, every detail. I smirked, this teacher actually took the time to look me up on my data bases. Sadly, she won't be able to present anything.
"So you expect them to believe it was me? How? C'mon tell me your plan so I can laugh"
Her make-up was a mess. Liner flowing down in streams of tears, eye shadow spreaded all over her eyes, a mess.
"I know you did it, I have all the proof I need right there" she splattered out "Those three years you moved schools more than 5 times, same schools the murders were committed and then ended up here in this school"
"What proof? This doesn't prove anything" I said as I walked out of the stall and into the one next to it. Throwing in the papers, I heard her standing up frantically.
"NO!" she yelled as she tried running in her heels. I grinned evily as she stumbled down to the ground.
She took them off and threw the heels at me. I dodged and chuckled.
"Guess you won't be needing them anymore, but that won't save your pathetic little ass" I said and flushed down the toilet. She screamed and hit the floor with her fist.
"What are you gonna do now? Kill me?" she asked, her voice almost gone.
"Oh no, I'm not gonna kill you, at least not physically.." I smirked and unlocked the door as I got out the stall "I'll see you at the Principal's miss" I gave her an innocent smile and went out.
I wasn't gonna kill her, she was going to do it for me.
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Heading to the Principal's office, I stumbled across a repugnant scene, a girl and a guy making out in the middle of the hallway. I could hear the girl moan as the guy kissed her and fondled her chest. Clearly disgusting, I rolled my eyes and turned into another hallway. Love is just a waste of time, a passing thing that comes and goes as it pleases. As I reflected on "love", I found myself standing in front of the office. I took the long way around so maybe the teacher was inside already. In fact, I wouldn't care, it's just another step forward for my plan to succeed. I twisted the handle and opened the door. No surprise, the teacher was there, papers in the Principal's desk and everything. My eyes widen and my heart skipped a beat. The bitch had copies of the papers. I sighed and went in, a frown on my face, there was nothing I could do but lie.
"Shinohara, where have you been? It has been more than ten minutes that the teacher had arrived" he said in a disappointed tone.
She's faster than expected, it took her ten minutes to recover herself and to look for her goddamn copies. But what do those papers prove? My plan is going to be a success.
"I'm sorry Mr.Colburn, I was just taking a walk around the school looking for the Miss here. I went to the bathroom but when I got out she was gone" I responded innocently and sat down, placing my bag besides me.
"I see," he said, taking off his glasses and leaning forward "the Miss here is accusing you of a very serious crime as Michael's murder".
I tilted my head to the side.
"I didn't have anything to do with it, coincidence is just... coincidence" I said trying to sound convincing.
"But there is one thing that intrigues me the most, Shinohara" he fixed his eyes on me "is that this ARE the same schools you've been transferred from in the last three years. Adding that after the last murder incident, you arrived at our school, and not long after you arrived a murder was commited, not in, but outside the school, with the coincidence of you being the last person to see him".
My heart was pounding strongly and fast. The thing I feared the most was coming closer and closer. I stayed silent and picked up my bag and opened it.
"What are you doing?" the Principal asked, confused.
"Even if all that was true, you sadly don't have solid proof of it" I said "I have no reason to kill anybody here" I lied.
I took out a DVD disk, untitled.
"What is that, Shinohara?" the teacher asked.
"Now that we are talking about this, you as a principal want a good example for your students, don't you Mr.Colburn? Or this isn't the best school I've always heard about?" I asked confidently.
"Yes I do" he answered.
I smirked and held up the disk.
"Then, I think this will interest you"
