March 7 I started my day as usual: wake up, get ready for school, head to school, then be in prison for 7 hours. I was on my way to torture class, aka gym, and I saw my friend, Cyn, heading there too. Hey, Cyn! Haven t seen you a long time! What s up? I said. Cyn seemed worried, but then again, when isn t she? Hey Juan, Cyn said, leaving her train of thought. I m okay I guess? Ready for torture class? I always wonder what she was up to. She hardly opens up about her feelings or her past; I always wondered what she s thinking. Anyhow, back to gym class. Gym class was weird for some reason: we played dodgeball. We never play, because it s too dangerous, but things changed now that we have a new gym teacher, Mr. Brewer. He loves dark jokes and has a small obsession with serial killers. Mr. Brewer told us a joke, saying that whoever got hit by the multi-color ball will die. We, being teenagers, ignored his warning and laughed it off. Cyn decided to sit out; she s not a sports person. People got hit with the multi-color ball, and I didn t see anyone die. We were right; he was wrong. It was a joke, after all. The day went on as normal. People who were hit were fine, so I shouldn t worry, right? March 8 Today was a bumpy ride. People who got hit were absent because they were sick. I feel like the game from yesterday had something to do with it, but at the same time, it s flu season, so maybe I m just overthinking it. Yeah, that s it; I always overthink stuff. I saw Cyn today, and she seemed relaxed for once.
Hey Cyn! Did you noticed that the people who got hit with the ball are absent? What if they got the flu? I heard it s spreading like wildfire. What a coincidence, don t you think? Maybe it is a coincidence. I really don t care. Those kids always picked on me. I m glad that they got the flu; they deserve it, Cyn replied with an attitude. Wow! What has gotten into her? She never snaps. I had gym class next, and I felt sick. I was thinking of sitting out, and Cyn even encouraged me to sit out. She s always been a mom figure. I sat out, but my crush was playing. She s so pretty. Mr. Brewer told the same joke again, and I worried. What if my crush gets hit? Maybe I could use this opportunity to save her and act bravely in front of her. I heard that she liked me but high school chisme is never reliable. As the game went on, Cyn reached over and shut my mouth. You re drooling honey! What you mean? I see you looking at her. When are you planning to ask her out? I don t know. I ll just stay quiet until the right moment. When is the right moment? Never. I noticed my crush was on the sidelines, meaning that she got hit. Mary, what happened? Did you get hit? Hey Juan, yeah, sadly. I got hit with the multi-color ball. I started to freak out. Do you feel okay? I asked. Yeah; why wouldn t I be? Don t tell me you believed that sociopath that we have as a teacher?
I don t. I was just asking. I made myself look like a fool. Maybe she thinks I m watching her. I have to be careful. Yeah. I m fine. Thanks for checking up. I think Cyn is signaling you. Oh. Okay. Thanks. Catch you later? Sure, I guess. I ran over to Cyn. What do you want?! I was talking to Mary, and it was going great! I said, annoyed. It was not! You can tell that she was trying to avoid the conversation. Maybe the high school chisme was wrong; Maybe she doesn t like you. I heard that someone likes you. She s in your lunch period. Oh really! Where was she for Valentine s Day? I said, jokingly. Who can this girl be? Is she pretty? Do I even know her? Is she Hispanic like me? Mexican? Cuban? Puerto Rican even? I was excited to see who it is, but I still have eyes for Mary. If time permits, I guess I ll know who I want. Cyn goes on talking about her class, but I was deep in my thoughts. Who can this girl be? My train of thought was cut off by the bell. I can t believe this day is dragging! Three more hours of prison! I yelled, annoyed by the idea. It s Friday night so most people tend to go out. Should I or should I not, that is the question. I laid in bed, checking Snapchat, and I saw a party invite that people posted for a huge party at Mary s house. I decided to call Cyn and ask her if she wanted to go. Hey Cyn! I was wondering if you want to go to Mary s party. I know I don t tend to go to these things but I need my right-hand man. Wanna come? Hey Juan! I m actually kind of busy right now so go have fun at the party. I ll guess I ll see you.
That s strange. It sounded as if Mr. Brewer was in the background. Why would Cyn be in the gym so late? It doesn t make any sense. Maybe Cyn is failing gym? Either way, it s too late for her to be with him. Should I go investigate? I feel like I should, but then again I shouldn t cause that would be considered invasion of privacy, right? I ve decided to let Cyn do her and hopefully, she knows what she s doing. I decided to go to the party, and I saw the most angelic girl ever: Mary. I just want to marry her already! She was wearing a black velvet shirt that showed her curves and this olive green, leather, snake-patterned skirt that made her legs look AMAZING, paired with black suede stilettos that show off her beautifully crafted calves. THANK YOU GOD FOR CREATING SUCH A BEAUTY! I realized that I was staring at her to the point where it seemed stalkerish so I decided to go get food. As I headed towards the kitchen, I heard a group of kids whispering and using code names. I decided to eavesdrop, considering that I m an expert at it. Based on my wonderful ears, I heard one of them say, She s so weird. I heard that she s a witch. What if we go hunt her down and go old school on her a**! Salem style! I began to worry. Is it possible that Cyn is still at the gym? Should I call her? I decided to go straight for action and ran to the school. I noticed that there are shadows in the gym. One of them is taller than the other, making me believe that Cyn is in there with Mr. Brewer. It s so late and she s still talking with him. I held my breath and let it out as I opened the old door as slowly as I could. I hide behind the bleachers, and I held my breath. I can t blow my cover. Who s next on the list Cyn?
As long as Juan is safe, I really don t care. I hate everyone. You can get the jocks who think that I m weird and that I don t deserve to be here. Why should we protect Juan? He is the only person to listen to me and checks up on me. If he really was a friend, why hasn t he defended you before? He doesn t know what s going on! He s always willing to help but I don t let him because I know I can help myself! I don t want him to get his hands dirty because I! I don t want him to see my dark side! Cyn said, crying. So that s who my crush is. The girl who always been my company, my best man, and my friend. I feel so stupid! All this time, she wanted me to be happy even if I was head over heels for Mary. I don t know how I feel now. I just want to run up to her and hug her! She seems to be really into me, but what does she mean by protect Juan? Protect me from what? What does she know that I don t? What does Mr. Brewer mean by next on the list? So many questions running through my head We should get going. Juan might be alone at this one party with that slut named Mary. Again, what did I just told you! He s not worthy of you, Mr. Brewer said, annoyed, you should be with someone who admires your willing to kill. I know but that person must be as crazy as I am, Cyn said as she wiped her tears. Mr. Brewer caressed Cyn s cheekbone and leaned in for a kiss. I don t know what to think. I ran! I heard Cyn calling after me but I didn t care! I ran as fast as I can. My so called right hand is possibly dating the gym teacher and both are planning to kill. What should I do? Hopefully, she doesn t bother explaining.
March 11 Cyn kept calling me through the whole weekend. As I walked to school, my phone won t stop ringing. Cyn s name kept appearing every minute. Why is she trying to explain herself? What would she even say? I kill people for fun and that Mr. Brewer isn t my boyfriend? Throughout the whole day, Cyn was jumpy and fearful. She tried to get close to be but I didn t let her. Maybe those jocks from the party were right; maybe she is a witch. Maybe she doesn t belong here. If that were the case, should I expose her? I was trying my best to avoid her but I can t be mad at her forever right? In gym class Cyn sits alone and acts like her normal self. She s relaxed since she s with her boyfriend of course. I really don t care if I die. She doesn t seem to care about me and I need something to do that will help me get distracted and help me release some emotions. We played dodgeball again and to the best of luck, I got hit with the ball! F**k!!! Why me?!?, I yelled. JUAN!!! Cyn yelled, full of fear and anger. Why are you yelling at me?!?!? You weren t supposed to get hit!!! What do you mean Cyn?! You were supposed to survive! You re going to die now! Was I going to die? I didn t want to die just yet. What this how I was supposed to leave earth? Should I be afraid? She was yelling at Mr. Brewer. It wasn t part of the plan! What plan is she talking about? Did they meet up over the weekend?
I am so sorry. This wasn't part of the plan. Oh well, you re going to die now so there s nothing to be done, Cyn said, emotionless. Talk about a cold person. The rest of the day went on, and I prepared to expose Cyn as much as I could before I die. These letters were written in order to preserve my memory. I m sorry for not being a great friend. I m sorry for never defending you. I m sorry for being blind. I wish I could of done more but I guess the damage is done. It s 10:39 pm, its been 9 hours and 30 minutes ever since I was hit. These hours go on as if tomorrow won t come. Hopefully, this was a game. All I could do now is hope and pray. March 12 I m alive but I m scared. How will my death come as? A gunshot or a heart attack? As I prepare myself to meet death, face to face, I m starting not not feeling so gooflglfg,f.vc