He sat in the back of the room. Often walking in late, it was the only seat that was open for him. She assumed that he did it on purpose; as if being early or on time meant that he would have to sit in the front of the class, which she knew he didn’t like… or she figured. Every time he would come to class, he’d slowly pull the door open, slipping in quietly and walking to the back without saying a word. Sara often studied him, watching his every move, observing him until he sat in his spot.

“Do you know him?” the two girls stood on the edge of the sidewalk, watching the quiet boy walk down the front steps of the building and making his way to the parking lot.
“He’s in my English class. His name is Kendal.”
“Does he talk?”
“Not really. He walks in late and just sits in the back. Only says something if he’s picked on by Ms. Jets.”
Sara and her friend watched as Kendal got in his car and began driving towards their direction, stopping the car right in front of the two girls.
“Sara, right? Want a ride?”

“I know you,” he whispered softly into her ear as he held the sharp blade to her neck, “I’ve been watching you.”
Sara whimpered through the cloth that was wrapped around her mouth, soaked with drool and tears. She tried to push away from him but was grabbed by the hair and pulled back. “DON’T!” Kendal yelled; Saras cries became louder. “Don’t cry. I love you.” He ran the blade up to her mouth, cutting it away. “Tell me you love me, Sara.”
“Go to hell.”
“I’ll be taking you with me,” Kendal smirked, pushing the blade into her throat.

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Texte: Rebecca Guanabara
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 16.07.2012

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