Today was the most unusual Christmas Eve ever. I was on my way to a friend's place to pay her a surprise visit. That's when my car broke and heavy snow was causing a lot of trouble. Mist was everywhere, and I wanted to head home as quickly as possible. What.. what if they find out. My little secret from this Christmas I have been hiding. Intently I checked the engine and discovered that gas had leaked. I had no choice but the only thing I could do was to run. My head rose, everything must be fine. They.. they won't get it. I wasn’t at fault was I ? I don't have the key for the mailbox. Being 18 is a hard thing. They don’t trust you with their duplicates. The letter.. is it from the court? Do they want to arrest me? Or from the school saying to give me a forever detention ? Well who likes school anyways. It's tiring to deal with all the trauma I have been in. Now that I am mentioning it, let's say I have followers and their Shadows are haunting sometimes. My mortal was on fire the other day , and the professor had an imminent job to do. And that was to forage me.
I sincerely said, hadn't done anything,I swear. He pulled my arm and asked me to enter his cabin . "Randy , are you hiding anything ?" He said with a harsh gaze."No!", I protested. Are you telling the truth?" "I really am Mr Morris!". "Aight let's check your belongings then" , soon after he opened up my backpack and scattered it onto the ground. Test paper cheat sheets, gum , stationery everything took its place on the tile. Nothing. There was nothing other than mess I had for years. Mr Morris seemed pretty convinced . There was indeed nothing. I was shaky and my voice was trembling like I had some disorder. "I am not at any fault Mr Morris. May I leave ?", I requested. And He let me go, I might have turned blue from the fear, my heart was thrashing briskly. Shortly, I reached the door handle and he stopped me. "Wait Randy , please stand still,'' he muttered. [ this guy hands out shocks like ice cream cones at a goddam summer camp]. I was shivering, he bent down , and cut a slit at the descending of my carrier and…
My marijuana got hewed. Here's a little truth about life, having fear isn’t a weakness , but that emotion can spread like plague if given too much thought. I wasn’t following anymore. My head felt like it split into two whole portions. I was absolutely bare with ideas to cut down this infection of trouble I had just caused. His deep brown eyes gave me innumerable chills and I plunged the door, threw open my backpack and ran . This guy.. wo-would he hang me?
It took forever to land into the nearby holt. I wasn’t sure how was I supposed to find Casper. Holding my breath I sneakily went ahead, and saw Claudia by the bush. "Wy in hurry young man?", she gestured holding her cigarette tight. Swiftly I passed her and let her know the instance which had unbalanced my mental state. Her mysterious gaze was not a surprise, she lifted my chin up and her smokey gray eyes stared intently into mine. It was my responsibility and my charge to deal with this mishmash. Looking down I dumbly asked her for the solution. Thereafter she flung her bag onto the ground and catapulted Magnum Research BFR in my direction and I -I was holding a deadly gun which now was my possession.
It was time to cut the unwanted grass away. Hanging to the school railing in the front yard , I looked where Mr Morris was. He was an unfortunate being who had brought me to this. Old tad needed to be bygone, I am a young spectator of this earth and I shall serve my life to find a good purpose. No one, absolutely no one should know.. about Casp’s drug chain.
Selling was my job and protecting was his. I had checks in heaps, even if a little vein of this truth was shown to this sad world, a happy world of ours won't find a will to live. That little vein was now exposed, by me, Randy. Christmas was howling, and the wind was stormy. It was a celebration to have a delight about. The turkey sandwich, mashed potatoes which rested on the dining table made a tingle in my starving stomach. The red sweater which gammy gifted me was soaking with my bitter sweat. Here I was making a choice. Not a decision but a choice. Every human being does that, after all safekeeping is everything. I knelt down ,while Mr Morris was blindly approaching. I put the aim in my head and counted to 3. 1..2 and 3. And it was done.
I had murdered my professor. His head hit the cold snow and blood began to breach from his forehead. It turned ruby. Something was to be done , before the recess . There was no place to camouflage his carcass into this white snow. I started digging far down. I will deal with this later, till then it shall be preserved . Casper’s retort would be lethal to my survival. Inorder to end this, I shall make it as my own commodity and bury it in my enclave. I made a promise to myself and went away . At 7 in the evening, I dug the carcass out and nicked it into pieces. Absurdly, tears began to shed down my eyes, it felt as if I had no tomorrow. Nonetheless, I was executing the deed to save it. I ripped a man. Crushed him and he was gone, forever. I filled him in my carrier and I cleared my way towards the car.
Home. Only place I had left to go. Everyone was enjoying the carols and the flavored fire furnace was calling me. This was my last Christmas. It was merry , to see everyone so happy. I ate my meal sitting by the fire and laid my head on Gammy's lap. "Live your best life Randy", she slightly whispered, stroking my hair. I felt warm and dizzy. Soon after everyone fell into a deep slumber, I harvested the bits and wrapped them in a present , and kept it under the Christmas tree. Without forgetting to put on rubber gloves, ofcourse. Haha.
It's not me who has done it right? I swear. What would little Randy do? He can't be that extreme, can he? Even Though I know everything about today doesn't mean , I cannot forget about tomorrow. Some letters are here now and its time to open up the presents! It’s a wonderful Christmas. They say that Christmas is meant to bring a miracle with it , and I saw it with my own eyes...
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