Friday 12 October 2007

James Castle

She told me I don’t like anything. No schools or anything. Millions of things. I do actually. The trouble was, I couldn’t concentrate too hot. Sometimes its hard to concentrate. She was in a cockeyed position way the hell over the other side of the bed. All I could think about was those two nuns. There was this one guy at Elton hills, James Castle. He would take something back he had said about this very conceited boy, Phil Stabile. One of Stabile mates heard him say it, and went and squealed to Stabile. So Stabile, with about six friends went down to James Castle’s room. They started on him, I wont even tell you what they did to him- it’s to repulsive. But he still wouldn’t take it back. Finally, what he did instead of taking back what said, he jumped out the window. He was dead, and his teeth, and blood were all over the place, and nobody would even go near him. He had on this turtleneck sweater I’d lent him.

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