Chapter 21

Desirée’s point of view

Tears. Sniffles. Whispers. Sadness. Sorrow.

That’s the best way that I can describe the atmosphere of this Monday. A Monday I dreaded, yet now I can’t help but feel happy.

A few hours earlier, our principal called everyone to the hall where he shared with us the sad news of the unfortunate death of our maths teacher. Mr Danes.

Around me people were crying, sniffling, whispering amongst themselves about the rumours circling around concerning his death.

I personally don’t give a damn. If anyone decided to pay attention to me today they’d notice the big smile on my face. A smile so big, it probably makes me look like a psychotic patient.

But I don’t care. I don’t care what people say. I don’t care about how they feel. I don’t even care about how he died. All I care about is the fact that he is dead and I don’t have to worry about him anymore.