Lester wanted to be famous it was all he could think about since he was 14. His parents died when he was 12, his grandparents did the best they could but were too old to give him the attention he needed. His life revolved around getting out, getting out of this shit-hole little town to make a name for himself.
She was his ticket. She would deliver him to the public. People would take notice of him, write about him, think about him, fantasize about him. In her, he would have it all. She was valedictorian, captain of the field hockey team, and a member of the First United Church of Christ choir. Just standing next to her elevated your social status. Together, he knew they could make it.
Her eyes were still open as Lester scrawled out his message, in her warm blood, on the gym floor. In big block letters he wrote, Thank you.
She was his ticket. She would deliver him to the public. People would take notice of him, write about him, think about him, fantasize about him. In her, he would have it all. She was valedictorian, captain of the field hockey team, and a member of the First United Church of Christ choir. Just standing next to her elevated your social status. Together, he knew they could make it.
Her eyes were still open as Lester scrawled out his message, in her warm blood, on the gym floor. In big block letters he wrote, Thank you.
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