Weeks went by and nothing changed. No Gary popping out of every corner, no recent death threats—nothing. Life was actually boring. Bullworth was still fuming and gossiping about how much more I could take. The Nerds were taking bets on how long I had left, when Gary was going to strike, how he'd do it and what the outcome would be. Nice to know I was the main subject on everyone's social topic list.
I spent most of my time at my beach house. The seclusion was nice, but it allowed my idiot brain to try and get into Gary's head, but no luck there. Gary was psycho and I guess my brain wasn't equipped for that kind of thinking. All I could do was wait for whatever was to come, but the more time passed I came to the realization that it was giving Gary more time to plan…
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The town of Bullworth slept quietly under the moonless sky. Most of the lampposts were working, except for a few down by the town square. A police cruiser drove the streets in a synchronized pattern, watchful for any activity; though usually they weren't very watchful at all. If they had been, they would have noticed a peculiar light turn on in the Mayor's study.
By morning, those same police officers, along with several others were taping off the door to the Mayor's office.
"What happened here?" demanded the Mayor as he attempted to enter his study. An officer blocked his entrance.
"Very sorry sir, but there was a break in last night and your study is now a crime scene."
"A break in? That is preposterous! There is nothing of importance in there!" he tried looking into the study again, but no luck. He was escorted down into the lobby to wait.
The crime scene was a mess. Drawers had been yanked out of their places and tossed aimlessly around, pictures were smashed and sliced through, and ink pens were snapped in half to allow the ink to be smeared onto the wall to write a message for the mayor; a message that would be broadcast on the morning news.
I woke up to the sound of the news blaring in the common room. This was a normal routine for the Nerds, but it was never this loud. As I shuffled out of my room, rubbing the sleep from my eyes I caught certain words of the broadcast.
" 'The perpetrator managed to write a message to the Mayor, written in ink on the wall.'" Announced the newscaster as a picture popped up on screen, I was half asleep, but I wasn't stupid. There, smeared on the wall was the first move…
This is only the beginning.
Surrender now…or suffer the consequences!
I knew in an instant it was Gary, calling me out. Why he attacked the Mayor's office, I don't know, but as soon as the camera panned out, I knew why. There, near the end of the message was two tiny initials written in ink…my initials.
