Part 1 of Blood on the High School Diploma (4-14-24)

*Note from the Author*

This book contains and mentions sensitive material relating to mental illnesses/anxiety, several eating disorders, suicide/suicidal thoughts, post-traumatic stress disorder/survivors’ guilt/D.I.D (Dissociative Identity Disorder), murder, gore/violence towards minors, alcoholism/drug abuse, social pressures/stressors and many others. Reader discretion is highly advised for this story is for mature audiences only and it is important to practice self-care during and after reading. Some of the events, people, and timelines are based on true aspects of my life, so keep a clear mindset. And if people guess who the characters are based on then maybe people will treat writers better. Keep in mind that if you don’t want to end up as a victim in a book maybe try being human to the author. The D.I.D in this book are how I deal with it and are based on MY own experiences. It is different for each case.

To my inner angels who kept fighting against the demons of my mind as I walked through each school day with hate in my heart, I want to thank you for it. And to those inner monsters of mine, thank you for being my inspiration for the books and stories that came out of these nightmares. To the outward angels who stood beside me while I battled the evil inside under my own skin that I kept covered, these books and stories will represent how you have been there for me. And to the backstabbers, fake friends, and the people who wanted me to quit, you couldn’t be more wrong about my true strength.

And to the younger me, who probably didn’t know that they were the main character in their own grand tale; you were going to do great things. Don't you ever look back and question the choices and the fake friends that you had to leave behind that led you to the me that I have become...

Prologue: A Murder in Classroom B-3

Sitting in a dark bedroom at the oldest piece of furniture, which was a desk that could break at any moment, was a girl in all black staring at a cracked phone in front of her. The phone wouldn’t even light up anymore due to the damage. The girl sat motionless as thoughts of dark acts of hate flooded her mind. She had finally broken. All the drama, the bullying, the betrayals finally got to her. Something in her snapped and she was no longer the same kindhearted girl… 

Before Homeroom at Valley View High School, standing outside the main building with a cigarette in between her fingers, a discolored girl in all black looked at the crowds of students heading into the school, trying to beat the bell. Her dark circles under her lime green eyes were from the lack of sleep and the discoloration of her skin was from the months of stress, drug abuse being used as a coping mechanism, and lack of eating. This girl was a walking corpse to the world, but instead of trying to help her the society around her tried to hide her existence. Now that was going to change, she thought as she brought the cigarette to her thin lips. That’s the thing about this city, the girl thought sourly as she looked down at her backpack that hid her tools for her plans, blood will be spilled and no one will care till it’s too late. Well, now that will change. The girl reached for her bag to pick it up but stopped when a familiar voice called out for her.

“Pookie, come on. Classes are starting,” yelled the long blonde-haired girl as she walked up to the other girl. The girl couldn’t help but stare at the way the blonde hair reflected the sunlight. The pair looked like opposites; one was always stormy while the other girl was bright and colorful. Yet somehow, by magic almost, they were in love with each other and nothing would stop their love. At least that’s what they thought. Both girls, holding each other’s hand tight, walked into the school. The blonde was completely unaware of her girlfriend’s plans… 

Upon entering the classroom, the pair were met by a horrific scene that shocked the whole class of 15 students into silence. All the eyes in the room went to Chalkboard in the front of the class, widened with pure fear as they looked at the corpse belonging to one of their female peers that was hanging on it. She had been crucified to the board using the math team’s metal rulers. Her feet floated a good few feet above the ground as her blood dripped down her body. The girl’s mouth was sewn shut and her tee shirt had been cut in half to expose her lower torso. There on her stomach had been engraved and cut out to spell out the word, “Backstabber.” No one dared to move or pull their eyes away due to praying that this was all a horrible nightmare. Unfortunately, the students then realized that this was indeed real… 

Cops, EMT s, and News reporters started to arrive at the high school trying to get the stories of the students who saw the corpse of 15-year-old Chloe Yuri, a freshman. Several students had broken down and were so in shock that when the cops moved the body bag past them, not a single person was able to pull their eyes off of the black bag on the rolling stretcher or even dared to speak. Time seemed to have slowed down as the couple and other students looked on. The girls looked at each other as more people started to show up. The blonde looked more fearful as she spoke, “Zoe?” The girl named Zoe Mana hadn’t been able to let go of her girlfriend’s hand the whole time. Zoe stared off into the crowd as her girlfriend, Jay Cornfell, continued, “That was Chloe, Pookie. The girl who was spreading those rumors about you, hon.” Zoe was drowning in her own confused thoughts. She had everything planned to the dot, but someone killed Chloe before she could even use the tools in her backpack. Jay moved a strand of her blonde hair out of her face with shaky hands, “The cops will look at her friends who would then snitch on you for some bullshit. Like I don’t know but I’m pretty sure that they are thinking you would have done this, Zoe.” Zoe finally shook her head and broke her silence, “I didn’t I was smoking on at least four different damn cameras,” her hands tightened on her backpack as her voice cracked, “Even if I wasn’t on camera, everyone saw the body hanging up. That takes a good amount of strength to lift a 6-foot human being up and the most that I can lift is a 40-pound box of frozen french fries.” As the pair continued to talk about the lacking abilities that Zoe needed if she was a murderer, a police officer started to head over to the girls. 

The officer was a taller man with dirty blonde hair mixed with a shade of light brown hair peeking out of his hat. The officer’s eyes were sunken from lack of sleep and stress from the job. As the officer approached the girls his name tag reflected the flashing red and blue lights. Both girls looked up at the man as he stood in the middle of their conversation, “Hello hmm,” the officer struggled to find the right word until Zoe cleared her throat, “Both of us are ‘she/they,’ Officer Noah Comet.” Officer Comet cleared his throat as he pulled out the small notebook and a pen, “Thanks miss. I just have a few questions for the 15 students who found the body. And you two were the last ones in the classroom, right?” Both nodded and continued their conversation with Officer Comet which felt like forty minutes of back-and-forth sass coming mostly from Jay. Both girls were at their limit of human interaction and Officer Comet noticed their growing discomfort, “Well, I think that the staff is closing school for the day so I’m going to let you two head out but here is my card if either of you need anything,” he said as he hands both girls a small card. This might be useful later, both girls thought…