You were lying on your bed staring at the ceiling skipping class. No one would miss you, not that many seniors bothered showing up on the last day any...ay. You heard the mail come through the slot on the front door. You got up to grab it and move it to the kitchen counter where your parents might eventually find it. You skimmed through it, nothing but bills and past bill notifications, as expected. That is until you reached the large brown envelope in the back of the stack bearing your name.You. So I am sitting with my bare ass on the seat. When I get up at my stop there is a very noticeable deposit of slut juice left. This speeds my departure due to embarrassment. The day goes fairly well. My usual customers make comments about how I am looking much better. That I look happy, and healthy. I tell them that I am feeling much better but don’t go into to any details of why this has come about.The after slows as it gets closer to 3:30. I’m eagerly waiting for Mr. Kesler’s arrival. I am. . Some couldn't take the heat -- just couldn't bring themselves to go any further. Some snapped. Some just got stupid. In most cases, he would tell you it was coming, but then he would wait ... He liked to surprise them. Poisons -- acid -- things that hurt and took a long time, but you were probably dead from the minute it happened. He had this -- I dunno -- lime pit out back; while I was there I probably saw ten bodies go into it. He would take the poor fuck out to the pit and gather everybody. The k**s were not in school yet so my parents would usually take them for 4 or 5 days a week so I could work from home enough to make at least a little money.I had no social life other than visits with my parents and the occasional chat with neighbors. I am an only c***d so no brothers or sisters either. Here is the beginning of my black history.Tuesday morning is like any other morning since he left. I wake up and start thinking about those damn bills that Roger left us with. With no car and.