My wheels were turning. I knew I had to somehow get both Jenny and Margaret in the jail cell. I wanted them both out. I would somehow work out the story that they worked together to kill Toby. I would love to see both a teacher and a principal behind bars from the same school. That would definitely spark a story and nobody would hear the end of it for weeks. I had it perfectly planned out. Now, as long as the neighbors kept their nose out of it, I would be home free. I would be Texas-bound in just a couple short weeks once this nasty police business was over.
I went to bed early that night and hope to not wake up until at least noon. It was good to know that I wouldn’t have to get up early in the morning. I was beyond ready to be back in Texas. I hadn’t thought about it when I had killed Toby, and actually, it kind of bothered me now. I couldn’t tell anyone, though. If I told them, I would never have a hope of seeing my family again. No, I couldn’t turn myself in. Maybe it will haunt me, but I will never be a fool and turn myself in to the likes of them.
I woke up around 10:00 the next morning. I laid in bed just feeling absolutely miserable. I couldn’t explain this feeling. Was I sick? No, I don’t think that was it. It must just be a depression spell. It should pass. It usually does. I didn’t feel like getting out of bed, so I just laid there for a while. I couldn’t help but wonder if I was actually starting to feel guilt from the crime I had committed. Hopefully things would sort themselves out before the Skype call this evening. I couldn’t go giving myself away now when I was getting closer to nobody suspecting me at all.
I finally got out of bed and got a shower. I felt a little better after that. I blasted music to drown out my thoughts. That was one good thing about living alone. I could blast music without anyone being mad at me. Most of my neighbors were old and deaf, so I wouldn’t have to worry about them hearing it. I caught up on some reading and thought about some of the lessons I would have to plan for next year’s brats. That was the biggest downside of a teacher. I never really got the summer off.
The day actually passed by pretty quickly after I spent most of it reading. I was glad to have the evening to spend on Skype. Another day on Skype, and another day of going to bed early. I had to get out of this house at some point or other. Maybe I would go visit Jenny again. No, I couldn’t do that. The guilt would come back and I couldn’t have that. I couldn’t be the jail environment too much.