CHAPTER SIXTY FOUR
With Principal Dickson dead, the entire school was in mourning. Guilt chewed me from the inside, the pain suffocating me. This was entirely my fault. If only I had somehow controlled my brother early enough, people wouldn’t be dead and the town would be in peace. It was like everywhere I turned the only thing people were speaking about was death; death which I could have prevented. During the funeral mass that was actually held at school, I tried not to listen to what everyone around me was saying about Mr. Dickson because it just made me feel guiltier. He was the best principal Woodcave High had ever gotten and now I was to blame for his death. His seven-year-old twin girls and his wife had been a complete mess and so unable to stand it, I had skipped his wake. I hadn’
