Trapped
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Trapped I suppose I better tell you why I'm here. Since that's all you are interested in anyway. I'm not going to bore you with all the goddam details. I think you'll want to here from when I slashed every one of those goddam fancy black leather chairs in the common room. You know the school only bought them because they thought they were doing us a favour buying us absorbingly expensive chairs, there so phony. I bet they only got them to trick the inspectors into thinking that this school cared about its pupils. I didn't do it just so I could get at old Mr Hardy, the principal at Pency Prep High School. I liked the way it felt when you slowly pressed the knife into the leather watching the threads ever so slowly pop apart, it makes that wonderful satisfying popping sound as you run...


