Chapter Four: The Plan:

*Andrew*

The school dance is coming up. Usually, I don’t care. But, this year is a special one. The student body campaign election is the same day. Yes, I am going to crush Wendy. I have all of the dirt on her that I need. I plan to watch it all blow up in her fake pretty little face. What do I have that’s good on her? You’ll have to wait until Saturday. Why am I doing all of this for? I really want to take Wendy down from her high post to the real world. Plus, I’m doing all of this for my lady, Heather. I’m not telling you why I’m doing it for her. It’s not a romantic gesture or anything. I’m just doing it for the Hell of it. So, get off me!

Anyway, I’m not going to my Algebra class today. Oh, don’t look at me like that! You know that Mrs. Timmes is an awful teacher. She is the most boring person on the planet that I have ever met. I hate most of the people in this school, but Mrs. Timmes is the worst. That monotone voice of hers will bore the dead back to death. I just want to strangle her enough to shut her up. Don’t look at me like that. You have thought the same thing I have. Haven’t you? Ahhh! You have! Don’t be ashamed. I think about strangling the bitch all of the time as well. Her voice isn’t the only annoying thing about her.

Mrs. Timmes is not a pretty broad. She’s too pale and skinny for my taste. Hey now, I do have a taste in some girls. If you say Heather, I will bash your lights up against the concrete wall. Are we clear? Good. Now, what was I going on about? Oh yes, Mrs. Timmes. She pale, skinny, wears too much make-up, looks like skank, and smokes a lot. All of that is true. I can smell that smoke on her when she comes into the classroom. And I’m sitting all the way in the back of the classroom. So yeah, it’s that strong, unfortunately. And don’t get me started about when she leans down. Nobody wants to see old titties past their expiration date. *Shudders* Okay, don’t want to think about that anymore. Moving on now…

Let’s go outside and discuss our plans. Don’t worry, nobody’s gonna see us out of the classroom. It’ll be cool. No really. I know a little shortcut to the roof. Follow me. Just go through the back hallways, out through the boys’ locker room, up the stairs and out the door.

There. Here we are to the roof. And we didn’t get caught all. Just lied down on the roof here and we’ll talk. Go on, we’re going to fine out here. Nobody is going to come looking for us. There, you see? Now, here is how I’m going to crush that bitch, Wendy. I’ve got it all figured out. Come in real close…