'The kids who think they're above others because they don't like a certain thing are pretty annoying. I mean, I'm individualistic and all, but thinking you have superiority over others because of that just screams "I have no actual confidence in myself so I'm just going to pretend I'm better than all of you". It's not fun to listen to. Honestly, cant we all just like the stuff we do? Anyways, I've just found my dog dead on the floor, so I have to go take care of that.'

-Sincerely, Taylor

I frowned at the bloody mess that splattered the upstairs hall and sighed.

"Get up, Millet," I crossed my arms when he didn't move. "....treats?" With that, his ears pricked up and his tail twitched slightly, but enough for me to see. I descended the steps and padded into the kitchen, grabbing a bag of cereal from the counter. Shaking the bag, I heard Millet's barrel-like body roll up off the floor and stomp down the stairs. He trotted up to me, panting and smiling. I threw him a handful of cereal.

"Now, let's go find that fucker." I said that just before hearing a thump from upstairs. Huh, easy, I thought. I sighed once more and swiftly climbed the steps into my parent's bedroom. And there she was. Tiana Bowler, second year. French student and student council member. Standing petrified in the entry to my parent's bathroom, bloody knife in bloody hand. She bolted.

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