The Run and Go/ / Joshler

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Tyler

Ah, new school, new life, as they say. I'm currently walking to my new school from my new house. Maybe I'll get a fresh start. People won't know who I really am, they won't know where I came from.

And I'll have fresh, new bodies.

Along the way I notice many things about this city. I'm observing. I have to know where to go, of course, if I want to escape a murder scene.

Because that's what I do.

I murder people for a living.

And now, some will say I'm wasting my life, but it sure as hell is fun. Seeing the fear in a person's eyes. Seeing their life flash by. Watching as their breathing turns into silence.

Ah, good ol' fun.

I look up at the grey sky, littered with clouds. My favorite weather. It seems as if it's about to rain.

The best kind of weather to get away with murder. It adds mystery.

It also won't seem so weird when I'm wearing my hood or wearing gloves. They won't suspect I have a knife covered in blood in my pocket. They won't be able to see me smiling as my insanity takes over. As I'm twitching. Trying to hold back my laughs and giggles. Knowing what I have just done.

It won't seem weird.

***

Well, this is it.

I enter the small building to see a crowded hallway bustling with students smiling and laughing.

Such normal people with normal lives.

I continue walking through the hallway filled with colorfully dressed humans. None of them seem to stand out to me.

Well, except one. I watch as a lonely, short boy with red hair opens his locker. No one else is alone and of course, no one else had red hair, or even dyed hair as a matter of fact. He doesn't appear to be bothered by not having any company. He looks rather happy instead. Everyone else is in their own little group and he's smiling, by himself. It's almost as if he is his own company.

I wonder, how could someone be so happy? Especially while having no one to talk to. Having no one to share joy with.

The only time I'm truly happy is when I'm killing. It sounds horrible doesn't it? Then again, I am horrible myself.

Honestly, the boy is pretty cute. He has a nice face. Wait, what? That's not something I would say, now is it? Well, it's not like I'm in love with him or anything. I don't even know the guy. There's nothing wrong with finding someone attractive. Even for me.

Right?

The bell rings.

It's time for class. I look down at the slightly wrinkled schedule.

English Rm. C-13 Ms. Rudemo

Alright then. I think I'll be able to survive my first class. Off I go.