Do I seriously have to say this every day? I'm not a psychopath. Quite the opposite, really; I'm just a normal college kid trying to scrape by on the bottom of society. I want to go unnoticed, but I want a group of real friends to surround me. I don't want to be popular, but I don't want to be hated either. I don't want loads of girls to find me attractive—just one really. So, like I said, I'm just your average student.
At least I was.
It was the first day back after spring break, and everything was going smoothly. I was on my way back from basketball practice, and yeah, it happened. It was just bad luck, really. I mean, what are the odds of finding a dead body at the place you go to school? And what are the odds that, on top of that, you're caught at the scene by the entire volleyball team, and they look at you like you've just strangled their friend? I've never been good at math, but those chances have got to be slim.