Teacher's Dead

I even started looking at myself in the mirror and asking the same question. Could I?

didn’t even know who he was, but that didn’t make me evil. I’d been alive for fifteen years and I’d never felt the need to kill someone because I didn’t have a dad.

. The media made a big deal out of the fact that both boys were accompanied only by their mothers

would see the whole thing happening again in my mind. When that happened I just told myself that this was the real world, and if this was the real world I should be prepared to see more acts of violence, more death, and more destruction.

I would be subjected to hours of heavy questioning in a dark room,

She’s small, but she’s strong, and when she put her arm around me and squeezed me she almost took my voice away. I could feel the relief in her voice

I will never forget the way Lionel put that knife into Mr Joseph.

I didn’t trust him either.

we were never close friends.

we fell out over my MP3 player.

When Mrs Martel, the head teacher,

gasping for breath

fell out over

watched a teacher die

of resistance they both walked to the police car surrounded by officers

and saying nothing. The police were surprised to see how relaxed the boys were. Lionel still had the knife in his hand, an officer took it, and without the

After Lionel stabbed Mr Joseph he jogged to the park with Ramzi, put his shirt in a rubbish bin, cleaned the blood off the knife, and then he and Ramzi both lit cigarettes. When the police arrived they were sitting on the park

bench puffing away

eople scared of the truth

big memorial service