Scary Stories

VII

The morning sun gleamed through the small barred window above my bed. I was sitting on the floor writing the last sentence of the long note suggesting a plan for a terrorist attack. I wrote with my left hand so the writing looked more like scribbles and not like my normal cursive. I had not had any sleep, I had gone through all of stevens personal items finding nothing useful but a knife and matches he had managed to smuggle in. The rest of the night was consumed by writing the note with messy handwriting. It took a few attempts because even with my left hand my writing was still much neater than the majority of teenagers.

The bell when for wake up. I change out of my tracksuit and into black dress pants, a white collared shirt with short sleeves and a black tie. I tied the laces of my shiny, black dress shoes and put the note in my pocket, the matches in my other pocket. I slid the knife into the side of my shoe, it fit perfectly, just out of sight but easily accessible.

The second bell of the day when, I made my way out of the dormitory and to the dining hall. Darcy was sitting anxiously tapping her foot against the leg of the table she was sitting at. One of the boys from my class asked her something I couldn't hear but it made Darcy abruptly stand up and shout at him. The guy slowly walked away and I slipped into the chair beside her.
"What do you want Ethan" she grumbled through gritted teeth.
"I just wanted to give you this" I handed her the note "I hope for your  own sake you remember what you have to do with it."
"Yes Ethan, I do" she was stabbing the knife she was eating with into the table.
"Good" I said "I will see you in free time" and then strutted over to the breakfast line to get the slop they were serving us.