Chapter 26 - Taking Lives
"No." Skittle said."I'm sorry, but I have to." Mr Winter said guiltily.
He went to hug Skittle, but she turned away coldly.
"Everyone in my life has just walked out on me. This is why I can't trust anyone in this world." Skittle shouted, getting angry.
"Skittle, I..." Mr Winter began.
"And you! You betrayed me. When I thought I could trust you! When I thought I had finally found someone to help me!" Skittle yelled, her voice getting higher.
"Skittle, please..." Mr Winter pleaded.
"No! I won't get attached to anyone anymore! Not even you!" Skittle screamed.
Her words stung her teacher's heart, but he kept trying to help her.
"Skittle! You're not yourself anymore!" Mr Winter yelled.
"I know I'm not. I'm stronger than that now." Skittle shouted.
Then Skittle picked up a craft knife from Mr Winter's desk and opened the window.
"Everyone in my life just leaves me. There is no point to my life." Skittle screamed, then she lifted the craft knife high in the air.
"Skittle, no!" screamed Mr Winter, and he leapt towards her.
But it was too late.
Skittle plunged the knife into her heart and stumbled backwards out of the window.
"Skittle!" Mr Winter screamed as he ran to the window.
He could see the small twelve-year-old girl falling from about fifteen metres high in the air from the English block. Her black-and-blonde hair blew in the wind as she fell to the ground and lay there silently.
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school with out friend and with bullies, and cauze it's not fiction so in real life
It's also a awesome story and hope you'll make more stories but with a bit more fiction.
5 stars though ^-^
But I don't think you've seen the wall post about what happened on the trip. It was absolutely horrible. The teacher brought 20 other people on the trip who hadn't done anything at all. On the way there in the coach, I was forced to sit in a spare seat in a cramped area next to the door, and everyone else got proper seats, even though I was the See More only reason they were on the trip. I kept having panic attacks on the coach because I got really claustrophobic. And when we got there, the whole thing was just listening to authors talk about their books for three hours. It was so boring, and at the end of it, the teacher didn't even let us meet any authors. When someone asked the teacher if we were going to meet them, the teacher told them not to be stupid, even though it specifically said on the letter we were given that we got to meet all of the authors. And we got back to school just after lunch, when the teacher had said that the trip lasted all day.
I was so angry. . . :/