“Okay, kids. Time to work on writing your letters. Let’s get the play dough put away. The command was met with a lot of protests, although they still put the play dough away without too much trouble. I handed out the paper and tracers so they could write out for letters. The kids always had pencils at their table, although they know that they are to not touch it until they are told. They all picked up their pencils and started to trace their letters. I knew it wouldn’t be the best written letters, but they were only in kindergarten. They would improve.
Thirty minutes later, the kids finished up tracing their letters. I was preparing the Mother’s Day Project for the kids. All of a sudden, the idea of how to kill Toby Turner came to me. I knew exactly what I was going to do after school.
I was still thinking about my plan as I was passing out all of the supplies. It would be all too easy to do this. I couldn’t believe I had never thought about it before. For now, though, I had to snap out of it. I had to get through the day before the worst brat in the school was killed.
“Let’s get started on our Mother’s Day Project,” I said. “You will cut out the pictures that you colored and glue them on to the construction paper. If you need help, raise your hand and I will help you.” I hated saying that, although it was necessary. I wish I could just let them all slip up and slit their wrists or something with scissors and let them all die. It was bad enough that I had to hold on to these finished projects until Friday. The only good thing is that they would be that I would have to just slap down a 100 for all of them without looking and keep them stuffed away in the binder for the entire week. That was one good thing about teaching kindergarten. It’s all too easy to grade. Either it’s a 100 or a 0. The only way they could fail would be to not turn anything in. By the end of the year, I was all too ready to get rid of these kids.
Naturally, quite a few students needed help with the scissors. I wished I could break the law be letting them all die but that would be way too suspicious and that would probably just give away the fact that I would be the one that killed Toby. Oh well, I guess. I just had to get through these next few weeks and then I would be long gone. The police would try to find the murderer, but they never would. I would be out of sight. Nobody would ever catch me.
The bell rang. Lunch time already. The day seemed to be going a lot faster than usual. I keep getting sidetracked with the after school plan. “Line up, everyone!” I said, thankful the project had taken the rest of the morning. A few of them were still working on it, so they would finish it up after they got back in from recess. Then, we would go through a quick math lesson and then my plan could come into place.
As soon as we got to the lunch line, I sat the kids at their table. I was so glad to be rid of them for an hour. I smiled as came up to Jenny. She seemed to know something was up. I hated that about her.
“What are you planning?” she asked.
“What do you mean?”
“You’re planning something. I know that look.”
“I’m not planning anything. I’m just thinking about the fact that I’m going to go see my family this summer.”
“Oh, that’s great! I bet you’re going to be glad to see them again.”
It wasn’t totally a lie. I really was going to go back and see my family this summer, and I was really looking forward to it. Of course, I was going to be going back to my family as a murderer, but I wasn’t about to let anyone know that. Nobody would know. That would be my own little secret.
Time for recess. Thirty minutes left until I had to get the kids back in my room. I didn’t know why there wasn’t a P.E. or music teacher here. A lot of other schools had them. Something about budgets I guess. I wished the school could afford them, though. It would just be another hour without these miserable brats in my classroom.
I lined the kids up and went out to the playground. When we got there, I watched as they went crazy. I spotted Toby. It would be all too easy to kill him. It would have to be quick, and not slow and painful like I wanted it to be. I didn’t want to spend too much time. It was lucky that we had a teacher conference after school so everyone would be going out that way. I had remembered seeing gloves in my drawer that I had forgotten to take home after March. Perfect. It was like I had subconsciously planned this day all along.