Death by sleep

That Dirty, Lying...

That Friday I walked into the school with a heavy conscience and heavy eyelids from lack of sleep, and not just because of the essay. News of Mr. Chester's injuries had spread like wildfire overnight, and chaos had ensued all over the school. No one knew it was me; I had hidden all my evidence really well. Yet despite that terrors plagued my rest and I could not sleep for the death of me. It seemed to me that my past had murdered my future's sleep, or as Macbeth put it "Still it cried 'sleep no more!' To all the house: 'Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more, -Macbeth shall sleep no more!" (act 2, scene 2, 39-41). Oh, this whole situation has been nothing but a nightmare so far. The majority of my day had resulted in typical drudgery, except for the occasional suspicion that someone might be making any accusations against me regarding Mr. Chester's... situation.

The only part of the day I had any interest in was English. Walking into the class the situation that hit me seemed all too familiar: a clueless sub, that our city's board of education had to supply last minute, was trying to make sense of the work situation at hand. While the class's shock prevented the poor teacher from getting any information on the work we had been doing, as the intrigued students formed into groups to discuss possible murderers. Except for the occasional wry looks I was getting, the scene was perfect. I had even heard a few students complain about not being finished with the assignment, so my plan would fare perfectly.

Once everyone had been mildly calmed down, I awaited the cue from the sub, "Can anyone remember what you were supposed to be working on?" I confidently raised my hand. "Yes I do; we were supposed to be adding our final touches to the essay we were working on that's due this Monday." The sub nooded, relieved to know he wouldn't need to really instruct us. "Alright well, you all know what to do. I will just be going over the attendance briefly, just say here.." I did not need to listen any further. I attained the time, now I needed to use it wisely. Next to me, Bianca seemed to have similar motivations in mind. I was curious to see what her's was about, so I  looked over at her desk to see what she was writing. And it turned out, she had taken my idea! Oh that dirty, lying...

"Mackenzie Smith?" my name was called out on the attendance.
"Just Mack, and here," I replied, noticing the bouts of whispering and glancing looks being thrown my way. And then my fear kicked in. They couldn't possibly be suspicious of me? I mean Wendy did tell me, although extremely creepily, that none that have English as their first language could come in my way. And this was a pretty advanced language class, I don't think anyone having English as a second language would take this class, all of them had to be in ELL.  Yeah, I'm safe, no one in this class could stop me. So thus no one can accuse me. No one will find out. I'm safe. I'm safe...

Alright, Mack. Time to stop worrying and start writing. I would have to think of a way to get rid of Bianca later. I had developed my theory last night: that the whole of Macbeth is just a feverish dream of Shakespeare, that he decided to write down and serve as entertainment to make a profit out of his terrors. It was a genius! I could also proove it as being a nightmare based on the two other plays I had used as evidence, "A Midsummer Night's Dream" and "Julius Caesar", since they were both written before Macbeth and contain elements that are seen within Macbeth, which include: manipulation by mythological like forces (the fairies in "A Midsummer Night's dream, and the witches in Macbeth) and both contain the murder of the politcal head of a vast country (Julius Caesar in "Julius Caesar" and King Duncan in Macbeth). Yes, yes, perfect. Now all I needed to do was add the final finishing touches throughout the weekend, and fall into nights open embrace as, with this project behind me, I would finally be able to sleep, sleep, sleep...

But wait, I'm forgetting something. Oh yes, getting rid of Bianca. Hhhhmmm I don't really want to do it, yet she only needs to be out of the way right? Perhaps I could always get those people to do it for me...