![]() A town suffocated by a curse which turned the senior class into monsters.Īnd had recently taken hold of Littlewood’s golden boy. She always protected me from figuring out what was really going on, from tearing off my rose tinted glasses and seeing reality for what it truly was. I knew there was a certain day every year where I had to stay extra quiet and not go near the doors or windows-but mom had never told me to get under the table. I didn’t understand what was happening when mom locked all the doors one night and told me to hide under the kitchen table. I was told that Noah would never intentionally murder my mom. I remember Noah had a great laugh and told jokes that made me spew milk out of my nose.Īnd the worst part? He didn’t even know he was doing it, didn’t even have control over his actions. He was also my mother’s friend’s son, and he often came around to hang out and watch SpongeBob SquarePants with me after school. Noah Sharpe was the town’s golden boy and destined for an Ivy League. I had the luxury of being a naïve child being able to wear rose tinted glasses and have no idea they were even shading my eyes, protecting me from a secret my town didn’t even try to hide. I was six when I realised life wasn’t as good as I thought, and milk thieves weren’t the only bad thing in the world. It wasn’t fair that we all had to be punished for someone else’s stupid mistake. I remember sitting cross legged on prickly carpet, squeezing my half-empty apple juice. That day would then go on to be labelled The Great Milk Incident and was the sole reason behind the genius idea to start marking names on each kid’s carton. Instead, she brought in apple juice boxes which tasted sour. So, our teacher kept her word and made sure none of us had milk for the rest of the week. The culprit had quickly swigged the contents and cleverly hidden the evidence right under everyone’s nose. We all knew you didn’t hide milk because it would get warm and lumpy. When I was in kindergarten Jonas Lockhart complained someone had stolen his milk and made such a big deal about it, kicking and screaming and stamping his feet, our teacher had strictly told us that none of us would be getting milk for the rest of the week until the thief came forward. Have you ever been punished for something which wasn’t your fault? I want to tell you this in one post, but unfortunately there was too much to say. Would you give in and surrender yourself to your fate and be comforted with the fact that you have saved billions of lives… ![]() Before I start, I want to know if you’re worth saving. ![]()
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