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I had been kicked out of many schools. And my rich ASF parents moved house again to make me go to another school (living hell).
This one time I was bullied by this girl called Emmeline. She was the most popular girl in school. Everyone wanted to be her friend. But not me. I hated her guts. She made my life hell. She'd spread rumors about me, make fun of me, steal my stuff. She was just the worst.
So one day, I had enough. I snuck into the chemistry lab after hours. I had brought a can of gasoline with me, just in case. I was going to burn the place down. But not before I made sure Emmeline was inside. I wanted her to feel the same way I felt, you know? Like I wanted her to die.
I waited for her outside the lab, hiding in the shadows. When she finally arrived, I could see the smirk on her face. She thought she was so clever, sneaking out at night to skip bedtime. Little did she know what I had planned. I watched as she walked into the lab, not suspecting a thing.
I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I was about to do. Then, before I could change my mind, I dashed into the lab and slammed the door shut behind me. Emmeline turned around, her eyes widening in surprise. "W-what do you want?" she stuttered.
"You know exactly what I want," I snarled, fumbling with the gas can. "You've made my life hell for too long." I finally got the cap off and upended it, letting the gasoline pour onto the lab floor. It spread quickly, soaking through the old, worn carpet. I lit a match and tossed it onto the puddle, and fire exploded around us, dancing hungrily on the walls and ceiling.
I backed away, coughing from the smoke, as Emmeline screamed. She tried to run, but the flames were everywhere. I watched her desperately, feeling a strange mix of satisfaction and horror wash over me. I wanted her to die, but at the same time, I couldn't help but be horrified by the sight of her burning alive.
The fire roared, growing stronger by the second, and soon the whole lab was engulfed. I forced myself to turn away, stumbling through the darkness toward the exit. As I made my way out of the building, I could hear the sirens approaching. I knew that the fire would eventually be put out, but it wouldn't matter. Emmeline was gone, and I was free. And expelled
The next school I went to was even worse. Emmeline's friends had spread my story around, and as it was a nearby school and everyone knew each other, now everyone thought I was a psychopath. No one wanted to be my friend. So I wanted to be expelled this time. And I killed one of Emmeline's friends who attended this school called Charity.
I made sure to plan everything out this time. I waited until I saw Charity walking alone in the school's abandoned gymnasium. I knew she was the kind of person who liked to skip class and sneak off to have "secret" meetings with her boyfriend. So I set up a tripwire that would trigger a gas canister to release a cloud of chlorine gas. When Charity walked in, she'd breathe it in and die. Simple.
I waited for her, hiding in the shadows. When she finally showed up, I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction. She was just as arrogant and self-important as Emmeline had been. She walked right past the tripwire without even noticing it. I smirked to myself as she collapsed to the ground, coughing and gagging on the chlorine gas. I watched for a moment, making sure she was dead, then I carefully replaced the gas canister and exited the gymnasium.
No one found out what I had done but the teachers and the police. I was expelled again, but this time it was a relief. I knew that I had made things right. At least in my twisted little world.
And how I got away with it all? My parents get me out of everything. So here I am in a new town, a new mansion and about to start school. And if I'm going to kill someone, or lots of people even, I need a sidekick. And not to kill anyone on school premises. Obviously.
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