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.

I drag the body over to the window. A strangely beautiful blood red streak coming off his body. I don’t really regret what I did. The class president’s body remains still as I lift him onto the table. Why is this guy so heavy? Jeez. I then toss his body over and watch as it falls like a rock into the pond. It was satisfying somehow. The moonlight seems to stream in through the window, so gently. I reach my hand out the window and remain idle for a while, just feeling the rhythmic drops of the salty rain on my hand. I stare as the blood starts to drip off my hands, gliding down into my arm. It was a long night. I close the glass window shut, wiping my other hand down my uniform. The air seems to be heavy, with the smell of blood and metal. Rushing to my bag immediately, I grab some wet tissues and start wiping. It’s almost midnight. Although, nobody is at home waiting for me.

That’s when I heard it. Giggling. Annoying, deafening giggling. I frantically glance at the door, creeping closer to it. Holding my breath, I peer over the glass gap in the main door. Nobody. I must have lost it.

After finishing up the job, I silently exit the school, dodging all the security guards like I had done this thousands of times before (I hadn’t). I stumble down the road and dash home, my face burning up at every step I took. I passed by the class president’s house, with all the warm lights still turned on inside. I ponder on what everyone will think once they turn up tomorrow.

The next morning slaps me in the face as I roll out of bed. I feel like hundreds of thugs just beat me up. My body aches in every inch. Today, washing up was the hardest thing. The stench of his blood still lingers and floats around me, taunting me. I rubbed my hands so hard skin started peeling off on my ring finger. On my way to school, the air still seemed so heavy. This time with the weight of mist and that wretched blood smell. Scrunching up my nose, I force my legs to move towards school. Finally, making it into the concrete buildings of my school. Somehow, draped with shadows and darkness that I swear have never been there. There was a ghost-like eerie-ness everywhere I went. My hand rubs against the bumpy, grainy surface of the walls in our corridors. My ears were focusing on everyone’s conversations, just in case. I dragged my unexpectedly heavy feet towards the door. Everyone looked gloomy, shocked and whispering to each other. I swear they were staring my way. Must just be nerves, I thought. As soon as I had, my heart sank. In dismay and disbelief I approached closer to the blackboard, to just be shocked even further to what I was seeing. It was bone-like white chalk that scribbled the words: “THE NEW STUDENT DID IT.” Around a dozen students were crowded around the same window, peering down. Their hands bearing their phones, video cameras and suspicion. All of them simultaneously stared my way, with horror and disappointment in what I had done. That’s it. I was done for.