Creative Writing - Piece 1 - You… at first sight

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You… at first sight (u are the murderer.)

Today is the day I start my 2nd week of school. I usually got ready, skipped breakfast
and headed to school but today seemed to be different. The streets were more chatter
than usual and less busy… I lived alone so I had no one to praise me or to tell me not
to eat. I walked to school and I listened to the people around me talking to give me
something to do with my time. they did you hear there is that killer somewhere in this
town that everyone talks about.” one whispered in a panicky tone.

“Are you seriously going to believe what people say?” the other added. I carried on
walking, yawning. As I carried on making my way towards school. The entrance
was tall with an old looking feel to it. “The same old plain old school” I murmured to
myself. I entered the grounds and onto the cracked tiled path. I entered the class.
With the same old rickety wooden floorboards and the tiny single desks. The single
glazed windows and an outdated chalkboard and front desk where the teacher sits.
Luckily I wasn't late today like it would even matter to me. I have nothing to walk towards
so I don’t have a future life of luxury. Working at fast food places is good enough to pay
for the house rent.

“Today we have a new student joining us,” the teacher sighed. He was slim tall with
pale skin and dark black hair. And with dark rings under his eyes. He kind of seemed
a bit familiar to me. Oh, wait don't tell me…As I busted out laughing. As his eyes instantly
shifted to me petrified as did everyone else's in the room. It had looked like he was about
to flee when he had recognized me. I could see the fear in his eyes. “Could you quiet it down.”
the teacher added sighing. “I-its yy-ou.” he yelped as he shakily pointed at me.
“Y-you killed my parents!” he yelled. I grimly smiled at him. “Now's not the time to be
joking around. How about you sit down next to him?” the teacher pestered in an obnoxious tone.

“Come on take a seat take a seat already….” as I wavered to the desk next to me.
He slowly walked over as he slowly pulled the chair out trembling. As he sat down as
he looked away from me. “Shhhh, you shouldn't joke about death
otherwise you will be next...” I whispered. Grimly smiling at him chuckling a bit.

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