“Good morning Casper, how’s it going?”
“As well as can be Nicholson, same old same old really.”
schoolgirl in my apartment, blood on my hands
“Same for us all. Still, at least it’s Friday, hey! On that note, Aldridge wants to talk to you about that English thing. Seems some of the parents have complained about your choice of text. I have to say Carter, don’t you think Crime and Punishment is a bit advanced. It’s not even on the text list.”
“We’re not reading the whole book, just the relevant chapters. It’s important for self-evaluating, for looking at how we interact in our environment.”
do I tell you how to teach your lessons you fucking idiot. I’ll teach these bitches a far worse lesson than Dostoevsky ever could’ve
“Hey I’m not the one you need to be telling this to. Just make sure you see her today or else it’ll be your head rolling on Monday.”
“Thanks for the heads up, I’ll be sure to think of you when I see her.”
rolling heads, there’s a good idea for Monday, maybe bowling heads
“Ok guys and girls, staff meeting in two minutes. Don’t forget to bring your ideas for Year Eight’s End of Year exam. Aldridge is especially interested in what you’re going to pull out of your hat, Carter. An essay on murdering one’s grandmother perhaps?”
... Monday Monday Monday just wait till the morning when they’re all assembled in the hall staring at that fucking bitch Aldridge and the staff will be standing alongside her and I’ll lock the doors from the outside and pick off those who are left unimprisoned like the receptionists and the library staff and the cleaners and the fucking slackers and the sluts smoking behind the History department as I’ll find them and let the fun begin by pounding the living shit out of each of them like that little bitch Cindy Clarke and I’ll tie her hands behind her back and tear her stomach open with knitting needles by tearing away at the flesh while she screams then I’ll fucking start stuffing her flesh in my mouth and try to kiss her with her own intestines in my mouth while the heads of the librarians are arranged around us on sticks like a scene from Apocalypse Now and I’ll be just like him a fucking nutcase running around in nothing but animal skin shouting about how god has ordained this day for me ...
“Ok, if we focus upon Shakespeare’s representation of character through dialogue and literary devices ...”
“Helen, I think we’ll need something on poetry as well. My class have been diving ahead with the use of metaphor and simile, so I think it’ll be practical to include a few poetic technique questions if we are to look at literary devices.”
“Ok, so we’ll have a couple of questions on poetry techniques ...”
...and there'll be sacrifices in the science lab where I rip out hearts that still beat and film the whole thing in fact note to self get cameras this weekend cameras and chains that makes me think I really need to get down to some serious organising for just like me to leave it all to the last minute but then again there’s no point getting ready too early and I’ll get Anna to help me now as she can help me get the stuff I need but still I need the guns the fucking guns always the fucking guns the most essential part of the whole operation and I’m no fucking nearer to getting any than I was when this all started but maybe Anna’s dad has a fucking weapon if only this was America they have it so much easier there I wonder if they’ll be the first to follow they’ll definitely be the first to follow when they wake up to the news and think fucking Ozzies they’ve beaten us to it and the edifices of power the very walls that hold society together will crumble at our feet as the masses take to the streets and begin all that must be begun but it’ll have to be either tonight or tomorrow night and Anna can help me but it won’t be easy as the police will catch on fast and I can’t be seen I have to stay in the shadows till Monday as I can’t fuck it up I can’t fuck it up I can’t fuck it up...
“... Carter?”
“Hmm, sorry?”
what?
“You happy with the layout?”
“Me? I’m happy with it, just want to put it into practice.”
a few gaps but I’ll sort them out before the big day
Kasper walks the corridors. Those who pass him smile, saying hello in the friendly manner they always use with Mr Carter, a teacher much liked by the students due to his young age and sex. In his mind, thoughts of each’s demise preoccupy him.
... I’ll gut you and hang you from the ceiling and you can fucking suck my cock before I jam you into the smallest locker I can find snapping the bones necessary to make you fit while as for you I’ve saved a special fate Miss Sinclair with all that hair I’m going to coat you in petrol then give you a lighter and ask you very politely to set yourself on fucking fire and then you my dear you I’ll just sodomise till my dick bursts into your womb and you bear my demon fucking child hahahahaha you’ll all bend down to my fucking power each one of you will feel the wrath inside me the fucking pain that I will deliver ...
“Hello, Mr Carter.”
“You got plans for the weekend, Mr Carter?”
“I’ve done your homework, Mr Carter”
“Have you read the new Twilight book, Mr Carter?"
Mr Carter Mr Carter Mr Carter Mr Karter Casper Carter Kasper Kasper Kasper Karter.
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Wants, Tightrope, Spilt Milk
General FictionCasper Carter has wants. He wants to be famous. He wants to be remembered. He wants to teach us all to be animals again by killing, by torturing and by writing his name forever in blood. How? Well, as a teacher he stands before the perfect set of vi...
