GIVE ME A B! (B) GIVE ME A U! (U) GIVE ME A M! (M) GIVE ME A P! (P) WHAT DOES THAT SPELL? Giraffe!!!!
"I can't believe you'd be so irresponsible!" my mother shrieked. "If you'd close your mouth and let me explain, there wouldn't be a problem." I muttered. My mom shot me a look. She heard what I said. "Alright, explain. Now." "Matthew, you know, the interrogator called me. He said they needed to ask a few more questions right away. I would've told the office before I left, but…" I let face tears fall down my face. Mom embraced me and sighed. "Oh sweetie, I had no idea! I'm sorry." I smiled to myself. She believed me. ~ The next day, I didn't care about school. I walked down the halls and looked at everyone who stared. If I felt eyes on the back of my head in class, I would turn and lock eyes with whoever was staring, until they awkwardly looked away. After class, I went to the bathroom, and shut the toilet stall door behind me. Suddenly two girls walked in, and I instantly recognized one of their haughty voices. "You know, I don't see the big deal about this. I'm glad that slut Portia's dead." Hilary sneered. I narrowed my eyes. That was over the line. Even I thought that was insensitive, and I was the one who killed Portia. The girl next to Hilary only nodded silently. She didn't agree with her. She was only scared to speak up, afraid Hilary would throw her down the social ladder with one rumor. I slammed the stall door open, and strode to the sinks where Hilary and the other girl were standing. Hilary smirked. "Oh look, it's the murderer herself." "Excuse me?" "It's obvious you did it. Everyone knows you're a freak." I widened my eyes. She didn't know anything, did she? That was impossible. Nobody was outside. "Teresa, you know she's a freak, right?" Teresa simply looked away, and said nothing. Hilary spent enough time torturing everyone in school. She spent enough time controlling them like puppets. She spent enough time alive. With the blankest expression I could manage, I struck Hilary across the face. She stumbled back into the sink. I leaned over until our faces were inches apart, gripping the sides of the sink so she couldn't move away. "Goodbye." I breathed. And with that, I left the bathroom, with Teresa and Hilary quivering where they stood. It would happen tonight. Hilary's murder.