Jason Bradley: Feeling BadMature

I was sitting on my bed with my head in my hands, tears streaming from my sore eyes. I couldn't believe it.

She's dead.


Shortly Before Carrol Young was murdered.

I was drunk from the party, the school didn't let it in knowingly, in fact it was banned and I could get suspended, but I liked the buzz. I liked the way it made me feel, also my friends drank. And so, I was walking around the school grounds, completely inebriated. Then, I saw that girl, Carrol, walking

She was blind, but in the state that I was in, she was also vulnerable and hot. Steadily, I walked towards her.

"Hello? Who's there?" She said, hearing my footsteps.

I pushed her against the wall and started kissing her neck as my hand drifted up her skirt. She screamed for me to stop, but what could she do about it.


I never knew her well, and we never formally met. It was just that one night, last night.

The End

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