Murderer:

I lost everything.  I lost everything in a span of 24 hours.  A span of one day in my entire life.  My entire life crumbled to the ground that I stand on.  It all happened yesterday.

I was grading papers in my office, carefully looking through each response to give an appropriate grade.  Most of the class did well, but there are a constant stream of low grades from a few people.  There were 8 girls that never seemed to improve no matter how many conferences that have.  I can’t wrap my head around why they don’t show improvement.  Should I assign them a tutor?  It’s not my place, but I’m worried about them.  I’ll set up conferences with each of them one more time, and looking into possible tutoring or withdrawal from the course.  The next day, I told the girls that they should attend a conference with me or they will risk failing the entire course.  A few days went by, and I didn’t hear from any of them.  I can’t force them to meet with me, but I feel like they will never bring up their grades unless they receive help.  

The next exam came and went, and as I expected, those girls failed again.  Once again, I attempted to get conferences with them, but they never show up.  A few days after passing out the graded exams, I got called to the principal's office.  He sat me down and said a student reported inappropriate behavior originating from my part.  I asked for the student’s name, but he said it was anonymous.  The school removed me from my position immediately.  They wanted no association with this type of conviction.

I did hear a conversation as I was leaving campus.  It was a sorority initiation, and I tried to pay no mind to it.  My name suddenly comes up, and I hide close enough to listen.  From bits that I could hear, the sorority initiation was to frame me because of how “harshly” I treated some of the girls.  One girl talks about an initiation party at the cabin in the woods near campus tonight.  I feel an evil grin morph onto my face as I come up with the perfect revenge.  An eye for an eye as they say.

When darkness engulfs the campus, I make my move.  I peek inside one of the windows to scope the inside.  The party was already set up, but no one is there yet.  I creep over towards the door to test the lock.  To my surprise, the door was left open.  They probably left not too long ago, and will be returning soon.  I decide to put my first plan into action.  My hand reaches into my pockets, and pulls out fast acting sleeping pills.  I rush inside, and quickly put in a few pills.  Just enough not to kill them.  I need them alive or this planning will go to waste.

Heading back outside, I sit on my perch watching the girls fill the room through one of the open windows.  I watch as the girls each pick up the drink and the Sorority president starts a speech.  I cringe at the squeaky voices that started when the speech ended.  They saluted and took gulps of their drinks.  I smirk as I watch each girl fall into a vulnerable sleep.  The pills weren't supposed to work that quickly, but there was probably alcohol in the punch which would've increased the pills’ effects.

I walk inside, organize and separate the girls for my plans.  Those eight students of mine will not be killed yet.  I keep aside the liar of the group.  She’ll be having the most fun.  I’ll make sure of it.  The rest of the girls got their necks snapped since I can’t say I really hate them.  I can show some mercy.  It won’t hurt.  I tie my eight students to chairs and make sure they are properly restrained.  I got some rags out of my bag to use as makeshift gags.  The liar is put into one of the bathrooms.  A syringe is taken out of my bag and filled with propofol.  I meticulously injected the drugs into her veins to make sure she was out a little longer.  Time is still needed to decorate.

Back out in the main room, I take my hunting knife and disembowel each girl I killed earlier.  I scan over my students to make sure they were still unconscious.  I hang up the intestines around the room like they were streamers.  Blood drips down my face and drenches my hands.  I hum a tune to myself and continue my decorating.  The bodies were then decapitated, and the heads were put on the tables as centerpieces.  A rustle is heard in the direction of my students direction, but I don’t turn to them.  The sound of knocking is created from someone hitting the front door.  I smile to myself, and jog to the door.  Opening it, I see my partner.