Saturday, October 16th 1965

Raining. Yes, although it is Spring it rains also. Andrew and I are stuck inside, and are we bored. Hell yes. It may only be about 10am and it's a wonder I'm awake this hour. We're all here, Darry, Pony and Sodapop. I had a great sleep last night after that killing. And nobody knows why I wake up in such good moods. There is nothing to do, all homework was finished last night.

'Andrew, what should we do?' I think, looking at the spot where he is sitting beside me. He didn't reply, he was out of ideas. Soon Pony and Soda had gone out; it was just Darry and I. Oh and Andrew. Darry was washing the dishes in the kitchen, making quite a lot of noise. And I have a headache already, why won't he just stop? I sit, staring out the window for a moment and at that moment it stopped. It was beautiful, I smiled. He was finished washing the dishes. And the only noise now was the rain pouring onto the road and down the drains.

"Hey, I'm gonna go meet with some friends. I'll see ya later alright," he said.

"Yeah, bye," and he left slamming the door shut. I frowned. What was I to do now? Was I to sit here all day, not talking and staring at the wall? I wasn't about to go out somewhere, it's cold. But many people stayed home when it rained, what did they do? Oh but I bet they had parents telling them to do their homework or clean their bedrooms. I don't, I have Darry telling me to do that. But I don't listen, sometimes.

I don't know how long I had been sitting there, just me and Andrew. But Pony and Soda had gone out. Two-Bit had come to see them and they went together. Now Soda and Pony were back. Laughing, talking and playing around. Bet that made me want to throw up. It was like one of those bad family shows. Where the family have such a wonderful life and everything's perfect. Until bam! Your parents are killed. Quickly, think about something else, Andrew says, so I won't cry. And I think. Or maybe I dream. One of those fantastic dreams that make me feel on top of the world...

First day back at school. I sneak out of the house early, taking with me a bag full of locks, no keys, guns and knives. Julia meets me at the front gate and we hide until everyone is safe in class. Oh the bag is heavy, but soon enough everybody is locked inside the building. No way out. Julia bought two keys, one for each so we can escape unharmed. We'll see about that. Before anyone sees what is happening, I shoot the first kid I see, windows smash and everybody screams. 'Our classmate was just shot!' Oh the horror. Julia looks at me and winks before running down the hall, two knives and a gun. I make my way into another random class and hold up my knife. 'Move and I'll kill.' I say. But that's not the truth. I'll kill them whether they move or not. One of the pretty little girls in the back row gasp. And over I go. I grab her, pulling her hair. Hold the knife to her neck and see what she does. She closes her eyes, tight, and turns white. Don't vomit, I think and push the knife into her neck...

"Grace," Soda says. I looked up, quite mad. I like nobody disrupting my dreams. "What you doing?" he asks. Oh just planning my killing spree at the high school, I think and Andrew laughs.

"Nothing. What's it look like?" I say and look away from him. He is too happy right now. With that grin and laughing. I stand up and walk off to my room, waiting for Andrew to follow. But he doesn't. He wants to stay with Pony and Soda. Fine. I don't care. I lay back on my bed, biting my lip. And trying to get back to that dream. But I can't. It's ruined now. But what I do. Write down my idea. That could work. Lock the school, everyone inside. Trapped and screaming.

"Wanna go out with me and Soda to eat?' Pony asked, coming right on in. Oh I can feel it.

"No," I say not looking over at him. I hear him sigh before he closes the door and I hear him talking to Soda. I sit up, but it's not gone. I think of what to do. I kick my bedside table. The pain's good, but it's still there. I turn my head and bite down on my shoulder. Easy to cover, no one will know. Block out everything, concentrating on getting that blood out of there.

"Grace?" I let go and see Soda staring at me from the doorway, Andrew is standing behind him. He comes over, scared. Oh why doesn't he just leave? I'm fine. I know what I'm doing. Don't need him to come to my rescue. "What were you doing?" he asked, looking at my shoulder. Teeth marks and tiny drops of red.

"Nothing," I say, waving my hand in the air. Just let it go. He grabs my hand. Oh shit, bruises. I forgot.

"What's these from?" he asked, looking at me. What's that in his eyes? Scared? Worried? Faking?

"Nothing," I say again, pull my hand away and look out the window. Rain. Wind. It's dark out. He says nothing more, sighing, gets up and leaves. Shutting the door to leave me and Andrew alone. I hear the front door slam, they leave. And I bet that Soda doesn't tell Darry what he saw. Darry would think I was crazy. Which I'm not, they're the crazy ones.