The New Student
I just killed the class president. That jerk was finally gone. I glare at my hands, covered in hot, dark blood. Filthy with the lies of the person I had just murdered. I brush my dry, black hair out of my eyes and adjust my glasses. I cock my head around, my eyes speeding around the classroom. Nobody had seen me do it. I squint at the bloody scene in front of me. I drop my dirty knife out of panic. What now? I obviously didn’t think this through. A lump of disgusting human flesh lies before me, no longer human. Suddenly, my feet become noodles, my tongue rough as a sponge. My insides tangle and twist with nausea. It’s disgusting. I dash to the nearest window and throw up. A green-ish yellow liquid spills out of my mouth, all chunky and clumpy. The packet ramen I had earlier clearly didn’t go down well. I drift back to reality, looking back at the body, I have to get rid of it.
