The Faulted Student

“These days are long and tedious, the hot day is melting the soles of my feet,” stated Claire. Claire walking along the crooked sidewalk to class notices dread and remorse waiting at the door. The two dark colored figures stood with eyes blacker than tar. These figures replicate Claire’s soul.  For she only know how to be evil. Claire loves walking into her school. Entering into a room more like a cemetery. The desks are headstones engraved with date. The date is unknown whether it be death or life.
“Good morning class” stated the professor.
 The professor, thin with sunken eyes, thick scaly skin, and darken teeth.
“Today’s lesson will be how to wreck your soul” he announced
  “All it takes is a little effort,”
“You don’t need to be nice. You should feel no remorse for killing a loved one or close friend. “That there my friend gets the blood boiling.”
“However, only one individual in this room will do such a thing”
The entire class laughs at the professor. This school is meant for those individuals seeking enlightenment in carnage. Claire now believes that this school is not bad. This is a school for the grim reapers. She can settle for destroying nature’s rhythm. After an hour in class Claire has made her mind up to kill her mom, dad and baby sister. Maybe Claire shouldn’t have come to this school but it’s the only school for her kind. After school Claire goes to the store to get some supplies for the fascinating night she is about to have with her family. Little do they know their terrible fate but Claire could care less. Claire checks her list: bat, poison, a knife, and large garbage bags. Walking home Claire is more than excited to start the tormenting. Approaching the doorsteps of 1616 blade lane, Claire walks in the door, and place her items neatly on the countertop. Her mom and the baby are going to come home first. She is happy because they are the easiest target. She goes upstairs and places the bat in the bathroom.  By that time her mom is walking in the house.
  “Hi Claire” stated her mom.
 Claire went silent and said “mom the bathroom shower isn’t working… can you help?”
  “Oh Claire that’s a job for your dad, but I can try.”
 Walking up the steps both Claire and her mom enter the bathroom. For a slight moment Claire hesitates, but remembers this is what she wants to do.   Claire’s mom bends down to observe the drain, when suddenly Claire comes crashing across her mom head with the wooden bat. Her mom falls unconscious. Claire then began filling the tub with water, and stabs her mother repeatedly until she looks like a tenderized lamb chop. Her little sister is downstairs crying. The crying baby is no match for Claire bare hands. Grabbing the baby by the legs and swinging it round and round. Claire the whole time is singing,
“Die baby Die, I won’t wipe your weeping eyes!!”
Claire is now ready for her dad to meet his fate. Claire’s father comes in through the side door and calls for her mom.
 Claire tells her dad that mom isn’t here. Claire offers her father some juice. He takes the juice and after a minute he starts to gag. His veins an inch thick off his head. He falls and Claire makes her move. She takes the knife and decapitates her father’s head. She chops off all his limbs as if he she is in the slaughter house. Satisfied with the killings Claire takes three bags and put the remaining body parts in a bag.
The next night Claire throws the bag in the Muddy River, no tears or remorse. Claire kept the hearts of her family members as trophies.
This is the start of a new beginning smiled Claire, squeezing her baby sister heart in her hand.
The next day of school…
“Professor Slain, I have a story I would like to share.”
“Sure go ahead.”
“My family is dead, and I did it.”


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