Yeah, school so far basically sucked. Just on the first day, someone had died! Someone I'd been going to school with for years but never really knew all that well- Trevor Moore. The news had spread like the Bubonic Plague at Bullworth. There always seemed to be whispers following me around during class that day. Many were curious, some were sympathetic, some were emotional wrecks, and some just flat out didn't care. (Gary).
My usual spirits had been dampened especially. Like I said, I didn't know Trevor, but I had seen him around school a lot, and he'd been my biology partner once. He was pretty lousy, since he'd fainted at the sight of blood, so I had to do the project by myself, but he was so young. He had aspirations, dreams, goals, and loved ones. What was the worst, however, was seemingly no one knew what had exactly happened to him. I mean, he wasn't over weight or anything, so he couldn't have had cardiac arrest or something, unless he had a severe heart condition, which I also highly doubt, because if you had a heart condition, you wouldn't have made it at Bullworth, home of degenerates and bullies.
There was also the theory that he had committed suicide, but a lot of students, including myself, disagree with that, as well. If he were going to kill himself, surely he would've done it in a more appropriate location, and how would he have even done it out in public like that? Surely, someone would've stopped him, right? I mean, yeah, the Bullies always hung around there and they weren't exactly the "helping" type, but, they would've at least been mildly interested, right, and would've done something?
The last accusation was the worst of all, though. Many of the students, and maybe even myself, believed that Gary had been the one to commit murder. Yeah, it seemed a little extreme, I'll admit, but Gary was crazy. There really was no other way around it. He'd demonstrated his power and abilities to manipulate last year, and it was certainly beyond me why they'd ever let him back here. He was a danger to himself and to others. Wasn't that standard protocol for any asylum or institution?
Later that day, when the sun had started to sink beyond the horizon and classes were done for, we were called to the auditorium for an emergency meeting. We all knew what the general idea of the assembly would be, but still, the suspense hung in the air. What exactly had happened to Trevor Moore?
We all piled in, Jimmy and I and a few of his friends sitting in the front row of seats. He had his arm around Zoe Taylor, his girlfriend, and had he pulled close up against his chest, resting her head on his shoulder, even though she was a few inches taller than him, so it looked a little awkward. I laughed a little at the display and Jimmy gave me a light nudge. This was how it was most of the time- Jimmy, me, Zoe, Russell, and some of the other Bullies. I'd usually just keep to myself, but Jimmy was obviously the king of our little group.
Dr. Crabblesnitch was soon at the microphone, tapping on it lightly. The lights dimmed except for a circle of light that gave him a spotlight. He cleared his throat and spoke clearly, "Students, it is with a heavy heart that I announce the death of your fellow classmate, Trevor Moore. Trevor was a wonderful student here at the Academy. He made the honor roll, Student of the Month, and was an active member of several clubs…" I started to zone out as I heard some Jock start snoring behind me.
The speech continued, and several students went up and gave their sorrows, including Jimmy, but it was expected of him. Then, there came the time that Dr. Crabblesnitch looked directly at me, as if mentally willing to say some words. My ears and cheeks turned red as I blushed with shyness. I was Head Boy, which I tended to forget frequently, but after he saw my reaction, he was kind enough to sweep his eyes over to one of the Preps, and he forced them to come up and say some words.
After, it was announced that the funeral would be held in three days. We gloomily emptied the auditorium, the Jocks roughhousing with one another. So typical. Even when one of their classmates had died, they didn't really care. I walked past them and separated myself from Jimmy and his group, for now. I had a headache and just wanted to get to bed, but as I walked out of the doors of Bullworth and into the dark night, two hands were grabbing me roughly and leading me somewhere.
This "stranger" led me to the side lot of the library where he finally turned on a little lantern that only lit up his face. Obviously, it was Gary, and he smirked at my annoyed reaction. "What do you want, Gary? It's late and I'm tired."
Gary adorned a pouty face as he not so gently punched my left shoulder. "Oh come on, Petey. Have a little fun," he teased.
I was appalled. "Gary, what do you mean? Someone just died!"
"And a tragedy it was, but I'm thinking of a bigger picture, Petey," he barked roughly.
I frowned and was silent for a moment before saying, "Did you do it?"
Gary stepped back from me and almost snarled. "For fuck's sake, Pete. NO! I didn't kill anyone." He watched me a moment and a new look was upon his face, a look of betrayal. "You believe me, right?"
I sighed. "Yeah, I guess. Look, Gary, a lot of people are accusing you though."
He just shook his head several times before muttering, "This is wrong. All wrong."
"What?"
He looked up at me and just smiled oddly and walked away, checking over his shoulder every few steps. Weird…
