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"Please tell us who you are and who is responsible for you. Also tell us what you saw."
"My name is Theo McCarter. I'm 16 years old, and I have no legal guardian, since my legal guardian died." I stopped and sighed.
"Two days ago, I came back from school and as I opened the front door, I saw my former legal guardian, Mr. Shawns, lying in a pool of blood. Before I tried to help him, I called 911 and told them that my guardian was killed. After they told me that they're going to send help, I walked up to him and saw that there was a blade not far away from his arm." I took a moment to breathe.
"I didn't touch the body. When the police came, I told them the exact same thing I'm telling you right now. And it goes without arguing that it's the truth you're hearing right now."
Three months earlier:
I partly knew what would happen. I was the new kid so I didn't expect much. Normally the new kids search for friends and people that they should date. I was searching for something entirely different. I was searching for a place to stay. That was my plan ever since my parents and my sister were killed. That's why I came here. That's why I came to the Underwood Academy.
As soon as I stepped through the door, I knew that I did something wrong. I was two steps in and already all eyes were on me. And not those friendly eyes, when you look at a friend that you haven't seen in a long time. Nor was it the look when you look at the popular girl in your school, jealous. It was the kind of look when you see someone you don't want to see. An enemy or an intruder. But that didn't bother me as much as it should.
Many of the kids were like me; normal on the outside, different on the inside, but some of the kids seemed like they were the other way around. The ones that were 'different' on the outside hung out just between themselves. I noticed it in a few minutes. It was a hierarchy system of some kind. Even at a school for different teens, there was a system of some sort. I couldn't keep a thought out of my mind. I had to either judge or be judged.
I decided that it wasn't the time to make the decision just yet. At first i would have to legally enroll myself into this school, which would be extremely hard, since I don't have a legal guardian of any sort. I quickly tried to chase that thought out of my head, but succeeded only partly. Most of my former 'parents' ended up in jail, for not taking care of me. Now, that I was finally 17, I could live by myself, under one condition: enroll myself into any sort of school.
It didn't take me much time to settle on a school, but I knew that it would take me a lot longer to actually enroll myself in the school. The social worker asked me on many occasions if I needed any help with finding or enrolling myself into a school, but I always said no. There weren't a lot of people that I despised as much as I despised the social worker. She never did anything more than what was told, and even if I actually asked her for help, she would put as little effort as possible into it.
It didn't bother me as much as it used to. Right after my family died, she assigned me to my first foster parents, Mr. and Mrs. King, really nice people. They treated me especially nice. But then one day, Mrs. King, I already started calling her Cathy at that point, decided that it would be a good idea to murder her husband. She spent months planning it and when she finally did it, it was on October 18, she shot him directly between the eyes.
They were both really nice, but the view wasn't exactly pleasant when I came back from my baseball practice and saw her standing over his body, crying. I never saw a gun anywhere. In the court she never said that she actually killed him, but with the plans, the jury didn't have any other choice than to send her to the chair.
Similar things happened to most other foster parents I had. Some killed themselves, other killed their pets, but the strange thing is, noone ever lifted a hand upon me.
I've probably been to a courtroom more times than some lawyers, 76 times in total. And now, when I decided that I was done with everything, that I needed to start over, it seemed easier than anything. Except that now that I had to go straight to reality, it turned out it wasn't that easy.
I went straight to the principal's office, feeling the eyes darting in my head as I walked, but I couldn't care less. When I arrived to the door, I knocked. No answer. I knocked again, still, no answer. I knocked again, and this time I didn't wait, I barged straight inside.
What I saw inside left me wordless. Normal people would faint, and would have to attend a therapist for the rest of their lives, but as I said, I'm not normal. But still, even though I've seen a lot of dead bodies in my whole life, this one shocked me on a whole other level.