sunshine_queen | Angel of death.

I killed Mrs. Barkow's father in law.

It's true.

So, today they had make-ups for AP registration. As no one registered for our AP Lit exams 'cause they told us not to, Jonathan and I left French to go see if it was time. Sardon said no, and told us to go back to class.

And we totally didn't want to. So, first, we went to Campi's.

"Maah-dee," (which is how she says 'Madi,' bless her Argentinean heart; so that begs the question, would Mia say it that way too?) "And Jon-na-thon, goo' bye."

We left. And decided to go to Barkow's.

"Hi, Mrs. Barkow," we chorused as we troop in.

"Why are you here?"

"We don't want to be in class." we replied.

"You guys can't always-" and as we spoke, her cell phone started to ring. Mind you, we have been there for maybe TEN SECONDS. "Hold on," she says as she rifled through her bag, "My father-in-law is in the hospital."

She answered the phone.

Her father-in-law was dead.

And Jonathan and I, like the ANGELS OF DEATH, sat there, listening.

And then, cowards that we are, fled.

Jonathan didn't want to go to class, so, horror-stricken by our own jinxing, we went to the water fountain. A few minutes later Barkow ran by, calling, very distraught, "You guys are going to have to study very hard."

I don't think I've ever felt as guilty in my entire life.

I also tried out for the IB Cinematography little drama that's going to be entered into a film festival.

... I am the Angel of Death.