Classroom Assassination Books Novels & Stories

Slip something in his drink, it would appear as a heart attack and, for someone his age, it would be believable. Killing a man at his own dinner table. Almost ironic.

An hour later, I arrived at the police station in my wheelchair. Hearing my voice, the person handcuffed to the chair slowly looked up. Upon seeing that familiar face, I felt a mix of emotions. “Ms. Spector.” My homeroom teacher looked me up and down. A flash of hatred crossed her eyes. “How are you still alive?” I rolled my wheelchair up to face the homeroom teacher. “Ms. Spector, can you tell me why you killed so many valedictorians?” My homeroom teacher scoffed coldly and turned her head away.

I curled up on the floor, felt a rush of iron in my throat—and coughed up a mouthful of blood. That bright-eyed boy I used to be—the one who still had hope—faded into nothing. After that, I had nothing left to live for. Until just now, when this wretched, drifting life of mine finally ended. Matthew, your big brother is coming to join you. I've finally paid for my sin.

I asked excitedly, starting to walk alongside Victor. "Depending on how your mental, physical and spiritual energy is," Victor replied, letting me get into the elevator first. I nodded, and we chatted some more, and then he left me in front of the classroom. Skyler and Sebastian were there, waiting for me to go to class. I honestly thought I was going to enjoy the class, but it was very boring because Skyler soon showed me the first book that told me about the houses, but it's very boring, there are bibliographies, as well as lots of names and lots of different titles, changing titles in between.