Day 2; September 4, 2019

My hands are bleeding and badly bruised. Shattered glass covers the floor, each step you take on it absolutely painful. I look over at the unconscious boy on the ground, next to the water fountain. The room stood still and quiet, but my heart was thumping louder than that of a drum. My eyes were wide with fear. Fear that I was going to be charged of assault.

Tonight, I tried to pull off a plan to me that was nearly impossible. I was going to inspect every student on list's house. There were 348 kids on the list, and I got through inspecting about half the houses when I ran into Matthew's house. His family was rich, and he constantly bragged about how much better he was than everyone else because his daddy had money. He was so arrogant that he looked up what everyone's parent's jobs were, and he called them by their fucking salary. He was the most annoying bastard of all time, but then again, there are those entitled karens.

He wasn't much to look at either if you ask me: he had a normal yee-yee ass haircut, the haircut where its shaved on the sides and its curly on the top, which was a dusty blonde color. He wasn't very stocky or tall either. Well, compared to me, I'm only 5'10", while he is at a most of 5'5". He has tan skin and talked like he's trash. Anyone would beat his face in, but the only thing stopping us was his dad.

Anyways, back on topic, when I arrived at the next house, it turned out to be Mathew's. It was incredibly large, at least five times the size of my house. I pulled myself up to his window, staring intently inside. I tried to open it with my hands as quietly as I could, but the window wouldn't budge. Remembering the crowbar in my backpack, I pulled it out and tried using that, but it still wouldn't budge. I was starting to get pissed off, and that's when I made my mistake.

Glass flew inside everywhere, Matthew jolting awake. He searched around frantically, but he was still slow considering it was nearly 11:00 at night. It took me moments to realize what I had done. Luckily, that sound wasn't too loud, and his door was shut thankfully. But it wouldn't stop Matthew from screaming. When he locked eyes with me, he opened his mouth to scream, but I quickly silenced him. I leapt forward, covering about 15 feet in two seconds, and jumped onto him, my shaking hands trying to hold on to Matthew's mouth. He frantically twisted and turned, trying to break my grasp, but I eventually had to punch him in the stomach.

He doubled over in bed, clearly knocked out of breath. He looked like a fish trying to gasp for air. I took this time to punch him square in the nose. Man it felt good. What's even better is that he was part of Weston's little gang of his, and I was glad to beat the shit out of one of his buddies.

"What do you want from me? You ba-" Matthew tried to say, but he stopped mid-sentence and just fell over. I have no clue how he passed out, but he did. So I 'borrowed' a couple bucks, but for some reason I couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching me. I sat down on the ground, staring at Matthew intently, occasionally looking around the room for cameras or other types of alarms. Guilt started to rise up in me, but I shoved it down, knowing that Matthew deserved what came his way. I looked down at my watch and decided that I could leave now.

I came home tonight with $600 and few extra things, a smile planted firmly on my face. Even though it is 2 in the morning, I have a feeling I'm going to have sweet dreams tonight.