Kyle
It’s raining when I get to school and still pretty chilly with winter dying down. Heat is returning and it’s less likely to find people as stuffed as toys with warm clothes walking around.
I pass through the corridor and when I pass Malory’s classroom, I feel the urge to glance inside –just to see if she’d even arrived yet... just to see... her.
I stand by the door and lean against the frame, huffing out a breath and frowning.
And then I see something that wasn’t there before, and I squint in suspicion, walking into the classroom.
Nobody has arrived yet, the classroom is empty, and there is something big and black on Malory’s desk.
The word ‘WHORE’ is written across her desk in black paint, the bucket of paint sitting on her chair and the paintbrush on the desk itself.
Who did this?
Could it be the inside eye?
Then, I make a mistake. I pick up the brush to inspect it.
And a voice appears behind me, concentrated with horror.
“WHAT DID YOU DO!?”