• Every day I wake up, eat, go to school, eat some more, and then sleep. Such an ordinary and repetitious cycle of energy and life of an average American student, and yet lately that has changed for me. For my guilty conscience is so overbearing that I cannot function quite properly. Such a horrible yet relieving human crime, murder is.
    It reminded me so much of Edgar Allen Poe's short story, "The Telltale Heart" that it even made me laugh.
    I remember it so clearly that sometimes it haunts me in my dreams.
    It was a week very unlike any other week because HE was there. The small stick like boy with his small squinting eyes and dirty blonde hair stood upon my floor. It was like he showed up out of thin air just to torment me with his staring eyes. He stared at me day in and day out, like a rock that had eyes painted upon it. I HATED those staring eyes of his but yet I could not bring myself to harm him while he stared, no that would take a different kind of person than I.
    For that fateful week I endured his staring eyes, but only for that week. When Monday had come of the week after he had come I found him sleeping. Not only was he sleeping, but he was sleeping upon my favorite flip flop. The flip flop was not muddy or nasty, was not torn or even worn. It was the last straw for me, to think that he had chosen so unwisely in life.
    I awoke during the night just to make sure he would be asleep and with the slow patience not unlike that of a knight being knighted I slowly lowered my foot upon him. Goliath was finally killing David, and yet Goliath had such a guilty conscience that even in death David was able to slay him.