I slowly slice a bagel into two,

smashing cream cheese on to both halves.

Police walk through my entire home

  donning briefcases and latex gloves.

My parents nervously sip coffee in the 


  talking to a man in a suit.

I assume they'll try to keep me home today

  but I'll fight it. 

  I cannot afford to miss AP Calc.

I need to get into a good college, you see.


Everyone glances at me

  out of the peripheral vision.

Fucking morons.

Clean the blood off the floor

and get your asses out of my house.

No, I don't feel bad about

  her dying (in there).

No, I don't think it should be a big deal.


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