"Dude, that class killed me. I swear to god the Professor has it out for me."
"Jonah went missing."
And he's dead, no doubt.
"I hope he's okay."
Matters what you mean by okay.
"Maybe he's dead."
Damn right he is.
Jack sat down at an empty table. He had to constantly shake off people who asked if he was okay. Of course he was okay, he always was. But they wouldn't stop asking him and soon enough he got tired of it. He slammed his fist down on the table to scare people away. Surprisingly it worked, and he ate in peace.
He sat there trying to think of someone psychotic enough to murder someone. But everyone seemed to be so cheerful at this school and he was the only one people would consider as insane.
"What's wrong?" asked a student who sat 3 seats away from him. He didn't notice her till now.
"You know about the murder right?"
"You mean Jonah? He might not be dead, we don't know," she said.
"He's dead, no doubt. Anyway would think I would be the murderer? People think I'm insane so yeah."
"Of course not, you may be insane but you wouldn't kill anyone," she said.
"Good, thanks for trusting me."
She blushed to that, which was strange enough. Jack continued eating. Today was going to be eventful. At least someone trusted him for once.