Solange I stood up fast, chair scraping loud. Then I immediately acted like I needed to pee.I bolted to the bathroom, locked myself in a stall, and whispered-yelled at the toilet door. “Okay new plan. Poison. Something slow. Rat poison? No, too traceable. Something in his protein shake? He chugs those every morning. Slip in some bleach or whatever’s under the sink. Make it look like food poisoning. Everyone gets that sometimes. Perfect.”I snuck back to the room while they were all still at breakfast, rummaged under the sink bleach, yeah, but it smelled like death and would turn his shake bright blue. Dumb. What else? Aspirin overdose? Nah, he’d taste it. Laundry pods? People die from those, right? I grabbed one, stared at the bright pink thing. “Dissolve it in his water bottle. He’ll chug it after practice, boom, gone. Heart attack or whatever they call it when idiots eat detergent.”I hid it in my sock drawer under my fake guy boxers, heart racing, feeling half evil genius, half p
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