It sometimes goes from bad…
Today my older son sat in a
Thursday, today, sunny day, and all were in a good mood. John and Terry, Sue, Leslie and Mark were waiting for the class bell to sound, ready for lunch, where they’d see other friends, and discuss weekend plans over pizza and nachos.
They said their goodbyes and embarked down cement stairs to the loud, echoing sounds of hungry teenagers moving towards the same location.
Terry never made it to lunch.
Screams were heard through the hallways, as Ann was stabbed brutally in the “a” corridor. Moments later, police apprehended the suspect. It was Terry.
John now says he’s bothered by the fact that he saw the scissors sticking from the pocket of his friend. “I didn’t think anything of it, “he said, “This was Terry we’re talking about.” Terry, who was always on an even-keel. Terry, who was well-liked. Terry, who was the nicest guy he knew.
Terry, who stabbed a young woman in a school hallway with a pair of scissors while others were in class.
If he could have played the day backwards, would it have mattered? Not unlike that myth about music, would it really have said anything at all?
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