Micky came to school the next day and, as promised, Mike helped him with their essay after school.

"Wanna go to your place or mine?" Mike asked as they walked home together.

Micky shrugged. "Either's fine. My place might be a little quieter though."

"Okay," Mike agreed. Where they went didn't matter to him.

They went to Micky's house and Micky led Mike down the hall, where his bedroom was. They sat on the floor and Micky took a pen and a piece of paper out of his bag.

"Okay, let's start with the basics. When's your birthday?" Mike asked.

"March eighth," Micky said. Exactly a month ago.

"Where'd you go to school?"

Mike asked Micky questions about his life and Micky wrote them down in a list he could use as ideas for his essay. They stayed like that for half an hour, until Micky excused himself to use the restroom. After he left, Mike took the opportunity to look around the bedroom.

At first glance, there wasn't anything unusual about the room. The walls were a faded white and the floor was hardwood, not carpeted like Mike's room. There was a brown dresser on one side of the room and Micky's bed, a small double, was on the other. There were boxes everywhere, most of them unpacked. Sunlight shined through a window that overlooked the backyard.

Mike had almost finished looking around when he finally spotted something odd. A newspaper article was poking out of one of the boxes in the corner and Mike crossed the room to get a better look. He gasped at the title of the article headlining the front page.

Man Kills Self and Two Daughters in Brutal Murder-Suicide.

I had this planned out before the events of this past weekend so I apologize if this offends anyone

Also, thank you for 100 votes!