“No homo,” I whisper tearfully, cradling the dead body of the last homosexual on earth. there is no more homo. the last of his kind, and he was murdered. i will get revenge. the hunt is on.
being in a school building after hours is a very surreal and creepy thing like if you listen closely you can hear the ghosts of the dreams of children and teachers asking you why you didn’t go to the bathroom during the break