It's been three months since Robert's body was found discovered at the chapel.
He was declared murdered but his killer never found. I got rid of every evidence that might point to me and watched as things unfolded.
The cops questioned me, regarding him bullying me. But they couldn't find anything against me, so I was dropped from the list of suspects.
I felt happy with Roberts passing and I guess my mood was obvious to my classmates, because it wasn't long before rumors started to spread that perhaps I knew who killed him.
I didn't fight or deny the rumors, as long as no one confronted me I was good but if when someone does, then all bets are off.
I was confronted on the hallway by Roberts supposedly best friend Brian.
He stopped and shouted that I was the one who killed Robert, I quickly tried to move away but he grabbed my collar.
He lifted me up to my heels, whilst calling me a murderer. I was done being pushed around, not anymore.
I headbutted him in the nose, his nose quickly started bleeding. I threw a punch to his balls and when he crouched I landed a round house kick to his chin.
He fell to the floor, moaning and groaning in pain, I should have left him be but I wasn't done. Not yet.
I started kicking him in the ribs till I felt two or three of them crack. I stamped on his elbow and enjoyed the sweet sound of his bones breaking.
I stared at the crowd of students watching me dish out pain to him and I felt elevated in their fear. I was powerful, I was the predator.
I left the scene and went to the dorm room. It wasn't long till the sound of the ambulance reached the dorms.
The principal walked into my room and told me to pack my bags. He declared me too unstable and perhaps too dangerous for his school and once again I was expelled.