Watching Trent for about a week was hard and I still hadnt figured out who he was talking on the phone with.
But trying was more like surviving. It was nearly impossible to to keep up with him without getting tormented.
If it wasnt in class, it was in the playground, if not the playground it was anywhere else.
When he had practice I hid behind the bleachers which was every afternoon.
One time a couple came behind too. Trying to get into eachothers pants, pretty much swallowing eachothers faces in the process.
Luckily just before they were going to start I coughed loud enough to hear but they probably just finally noticed.
Once they recognized that I was standing there they got up and walked away yelling out perv.
Focusing my attention back onto Trent but he was suddenly gone. Spotting him, he was sitting on the bleachers on the other side of me. Going as close to him as possible I could just hear him talking on the phone.
" Where are you? "
" Are you ready? "
" Yeah yeah me too "
" Ok 10 minutes till practice finishes "
" Yea same place? "
" Ok see you soon. Bye "
I wonder where he was going. Shortly after the phone call, as he said 10 minutes after practice he begun to head back into the school.
A few seconds after he walked in, I began to follow.
Getting in the school, I noticed it was the entry to the cafeteria.
Walking through the halls I reached the cafeteria doors.
Looking through the glass window on the door I see in the far corner in the kitchen two shadowy figures.
Assuming it's Trent I sneak to the corner right where they are.
Pressing my back onto the wall, I slowly move to reveal what's behind me.
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Im a murderer
أدب المراهقينMacey Andrews is fed up with living her life being constantly bullied. Though her parents care for her, she feels of committing suicide. Unfortunately, she tends to an even worse attempt, killing. Obessed with the life as a murderer, she starts to k...
