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That's it! That's IT!!! I am going to kill Newton! That vile, insignificant, ache ridden, little worm! If it wasn't for the fact that I was on strict diet (if you know what I mean) I would eat him. No. No that is too merciful. I would bite him, watch him squirm in pain for a few days and then rip him up and burn him! Before, I could handle him having a crush on my love. I could even handle him having wild, sick fantasies of my love. But now, now he's gone TOO FAR!!!!!
I was in a bit of a grumpy mood, having to leave my angle, to escape the sun. At lunch Alice had informed me that the sun would come out in a few hours and that we didn't want to be here when it did. I was opening my locker, while the rest of the student body was buzzing by, not really paying attention, when I hear someone's thoughts screaming at me. Edward don't open- Too late. My locker door swung open allowing a couple of magazines to fall to the floor.
"The door," Alice finished lamely, now standing by my locker. At first my mind did not register what the magazines contained. I was a little distracted by thirty or so students now staring at me. Their thoughts were a in a crazy frenzy that I could not follow. "Pssst," Alice whispered, "Edward, Asian porn just fell out of your locker."
WHAT!? I looked down to indeed find pornography lying in front of my open locker. I looked from the magazines to Alice to the crowed of people giggling at me. Newton she said in her head. It was then that I began to plan on killing Mike. Picturing me smashing his head like a melon. Throwing him off a roof, then catching him only to throw him off a bigger roof. Edward, you can do that later but now we've got to go Alice startled me out of my own personal 'Make-Mike's-Life-Miserable-Land.
I looked back at the porno, then at Alice. She raised her eyebrow and pinched her lips together. I realized what she wanted me to do. I was about to refuse but then I realized I had no other choice. I grudgingly leaned down, picked up the porn, tossed it into my locker, slammed the door, pushed through the crowed of nosey adolescents and stomped to my car. The whole time I was imagining torturing Mike Newton. Maybe I could put a bee hive in his car tomorrow. Oo, or maybe razors in his bed. I always could do both. Hmm… I wonder.
