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"Doesn't it bother you that he always treats you like shit?" He questioned. His voice low with curiosity. Without even glancing beside me I shrug nonchalantly. "I'm used to it. Why does it both you?" "Yes." He says clenching his jaw. His green gaze flickering toward Bryson who was currently laughing with a group of his friends. "Bryson will pay for all he has done for you." "No amount of payment will suffice all that he's inflicted upon me." I say, slamming my locker shut. Why was this kid concerned and why did he even care? "Even death?" He uttered under his breath. I shrugged. "Even death." EIGHT HOURS LATER "Seventeen teen year old Bryson Carter was found dead earlier this evening, police say he suffered from several stab wounds. One fatal to the heart. There are no witnesses that have come forth to this horrific crime, but let us all pray for this sweet boy we have lost. Reporting for channel 7 news, this is Maria Santiago. Back to you, Don."
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