Voodoo

[something to pass the time]

Baldwin, of course. It was always Baldwin, always a bastard. Truth.

he had started on me when i had commented his hair.

Thats some shaggy stuff, mate. Hear of a comb?

He had shuffled his nose, like a bloody pig, and eyed me with knives.

Ever hear of a dick, fuckhead?

I knew he had overreacted, as is so prevalent with him, so I backed down.

Just kidding, mate. Easy.

Baldwin didn't say a word to me all day, only looked at my desk, scribbling some shit on paper. I found out later it was a forecast. Thats luck.

On with the day, which passed quite without flurry. Come the last hour of the day, in the class I hate most, due to that bitch teacher, a friend of mine comes up to me.

Voodoo, you're not gonna bel- [at which point I intterupt him and say calm down] ieve this shit.

What?

That dumbass Baldwin, they found him fucked up its crazy

What?

Dead, he's dead.

You can imagine how I felt. Little need for explanation. I was overjoyed.

...when?

Just now, I gue

How do you know?

ss. I just heard from someone. Look, Mrs. jackson is running out the door.

I looked. Indeed, bitch had fled, presumably to check out my daymaker.

I found out, days and days later, that Baldwin has bashed his head on the porcelain sink to kill himself. The impact had fractured both his skull and part of the fixture. From some accounts, his face was so misshapen that he looked like a gopher.

I had some guilt at first, but I didn't think it was really me after a while. I lived in peace, happily enjoying my days at school without the interference of the nethermaster, Baldwin.

But soonthereafter, I found a note. Its heading was "List of Atrocities.

Written by Baldwin.