[12:15]exact moment mrs. Buriley died from suffocation
After class, I took the remains of my math teacher, and dropped her off in the main office. The teachers were devastated with “another loss”. Wait… another loss? Oh my… Then there was mrs. Passolini. Dead as well. What the hell happened…?

“Okay what the fuck man. GIVE ME THE NOTEBOOK SO I CAN BURN IT !” I was frustrated, how could one 16 year old kill a teacher without touching the body… but with a notebook?
“Why should I give you mine? You already have one in your hands.” I, confused, stared at him Ruben with a sense of incredulity… I couldn’t believe such a thing…!

I pulled out all my notebooks from my backpack. “That one,” Ruben pointed to my agenda, “OH! You have the pen too… you’re a sicko aren’t you? hehehe…” My pen next to the agenda was, now that I noticed, matching with the agenda. Perfect for each other. Both in a crisp, black color.
”....So, I killed mrs. Passolini, eh?” Yes, I killed.

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