#prettyboy stoner problems

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i singed my eyelashes

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I Found A Disturbing Note In My Middle School Classroom

My 7th grade homeroom at Stanwyck Middle was far from dumb but far from mature. Deep down, I knew part of the problem was me: Mr. Fordham. An accomplished horror writer turned novice English teacher. It was inevitable that a scrawny prettyboy like me would get eaten alive.

There were still some cool kids in my homeroom. Jahmia and Neveah stood out. Their test scores were high, they wanted to learn.

An aspiring artist, Jahmia’s drawings were amazing. Her deep voice counterbalanced by a slender frame and wiry glasses.

Neveah was an introvert full of heart and passion. Her round face and big eyes showed more soul than all the classroom’s shitheads combined.

They were two creative weirdos like me. Black girl magic at its finest. Sure, they may not have smiled much, but I could tell they appreciated me.

Of course, there were the usual troublemakers. Especially William. A student somewhere between gamer and stoner.

The only serious issue I had was when William teased Neveah. None of it seemed sadistic… then again, I had no idea what happened outside my classroom.

This Monday was no different. Jahmia and Neveah were here at seven-thirty sharp.

I gave up my post at the podium to interact with them. As I made my way back, I saw a crumpled note lying between Neveah and Jahmia’s desks.

I scooped it up, seeing no reason to call the girls out.

At the podium, I read the conversation. The girls’ handwriting and cute illustrations pulled me through.

There was the usual gossip. Jahmia and Neveah discussed Anime, boys, music. But then the conversation took a darker turn.

What if I took care of it? Jahmia wrote.

You mean William? replied Neveah.

Yeah, we’ll both take care of him

A rising unease built inside me.

When? Neveah asked.

We’ll kill him tonight! Jahmia’s handwriting screamed.

With that, the conversation ended. Jahmia’s crooked exclamation point a final flourish for their plans.

I felt the page shake in my trembling hand.

Through the chills, I couldn’t think of what to do. These were my two favorite students after all… Why couldn’t I just catch the idiots plotting a murder? Why’d it have to be Jahmia and Neveah?

Te morning alarms blared over the speakers.

Startled, I looked toward my classroom. Most of the students were here. Except William.

Horrified, I realized he was always here early. Not to do work but just to mess around with the other troublemakers.

My eyes drifted back to that crumpled note.

The upper right-hand corner contained a faint scribble. Not even the rugged hits of the eraser could destroy it.

And there was the header: Neveah Craig. Mr. Fordham. And the date… 8/16/19

The epiphany struck me like lightning. August sixteenth was last Friday...

Shivering, I forced myself to face the class.

Both Jahmia and Neveah were waiting. Their dark eyes stayed on me. And for once, they were smiling. Chilling, confident smiles.

I knew now to mark William absent.

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