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Body Language, that's all it's about. I think to myself as I try to make my way through the crowd of students in the high school hallways. Confidence draws attention, and so does sulking. So I need to find a medium. I walk quickly down the corridor. Making sure not to draw attention to myself. Dodging people left and right, I finally make it to my locker. "Hey Live Wire! Where do you think you're getting off too?" That stupid nickname... "To my classes... As you should be..." I try to say confidently, I didn't want to painfully convulse again. "stop this stupid act, Live Wire. Ya know we can see right through it." Here we go... The group of b

The creature just stood there and said nothing. Something suddenly broke inside of me... A band... A feeling of some sort... Like my moral understanding of things and my sanity had just shattered.... Wait... Did this creature thing end my life... Or did he make it just begin? My hands grasped for something sharp. But nothing... The tall figure hands me a knife. An ordinary kitchen knife... And I know just what to do with it... I run for the school, everything a great big blur. I grab at any fabric I could grab and see if it is the boy I am looking for... Nothing. I look at the body And run at it, stabbing the lifeless corpse repeatedly. Gett