Ridgeton is a small town. We only have 3 high schools: Emery High, Torrans High, and our school, Ridgeton Central. Ours is sadly the least eventful of the three. We rarely even win Athletics competitions against the other schools. There used to be another school, a Catholic one, called "Our Lady of Assumption." It closed two years ago and it's former students were spread out amid the remaining schools. Chris always said, "life's too short for religion." The kids here are never going to forget about this crime. Nothing like this has ever happened before, and probably never will again. Yesterday in the hall at school, I heard Britney telling Christine Smith how exciting she thought all this shit was. It made me sick. But it also made me think. I actually caught myself wishing we'd killed that bitch Britney instead. I know it's sadistic - but I doubt if Mike would've described Britney's death as "exciting." I'm even starting to wish Mike were still around. Not necessarily because I may spend the rest of my life in prison due to this, but because I think we could've been friends. I realize now, looking back, that the only I didn't like the guy was because of what he did to Twila. She holds a grudge. She's still angry with me for snapping her bra straps in grade nine.