First message
I watched her run into the girl’s bathroom after the incident. Once the others with cameras dispursed, I felt a pain in my stomach. Guilt, maybe. I sigh and walk over to the bathroom’s entrance. I’d noticed her since the first day - sitting alone, completing her work quicker than others. Some would call her a teachers pet. But I could never just walk up to her. Until now. Something had to be done - and I had a plan. I walk into the bathroom to sniffling. I step in farther, Hey, it’s Hunter..