“Nice pants, fag!” Carlos Silva yelled as he hung Troy by the waistband of his dinosaur imprint sweatpants on the outstretched finger of a statue of his school’s namesake: Sir Alexender Flemming. Troy’s older brother had warned that they were a poor choice for the first day of high school, but they were Troy’s favourite pants.
Troy tried to free himself, but his pants tore, revealing white, skid-marked underwear.
Shaking, Troy cried, “I’m going to fucking murder you!”
That just made everyone laugh harder. Later in the week, when Carlos died mysteriously, everyone wondered whether they should’ve been laughing at all.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
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