User: perditapongo

I went to the dance feeling nervous. I put on a pale blue dress and put my hair in a French plait that went round the front of my head. I walked outside, and got a drink of Pepsi Max. I hung around for a while and danced a bit, and talked to some pupils. It felt awkward. Then I walked back to my room. It felt horrible. I tried to calm myself, but I just couldn't.

I tried to sleep, and failed. I thought about all the murders. The school had been wrecked. And my life.

I had bad dreams.

Again.

And in the morning I woke up to the terrible news that two more had been killed.

Hurray.