I said my goodbyes to Caesar and left back home. As I wanted down the street I went onto my phone and began looking for Angel Maura on social media and looked at the people that were tagged in photos and posts with him. Taking note of each one and making sure to also take note of anything I could use against him. The school wasn’t wrong when they warned you about being careful about what you post online. Upon getting home I ran up my stairs and sat at my desk opening up my laptop. I began making new emails and fake social media accounts so I could follow all the people I took note of and began sending messages to them one by one, making sure to start off casual at first. I played off as attractive girls and guys depending on the person. Much to my surprise they all messaged back and even odder they were more than happy to tell me about Angel and all the ‘funny’ stuff he’s done. I found out about his cannabis addiction and how he actually kissed a few guys before when he was extremely intoxicated. To which of course I wasn’t surprised and took screenshots of each conversation.

The next day I printed them out, making sure to edit account photos out. First I put a few print outs into an envelope, this would go to his house, and put some in my backpack. Then I paused for a while, should I actually do this? If I didn’t then the torture wouldn’t stop but if I did I’d be just as bad as Angel. I couldn’t show remorse, if I did I was weak, so I zipped up my bag after putting my stapler in and was about to step out of the house. I looked around, no one was home. It was just me and once I left it would be empty. Once I came back this house would start to change.

I stepped out of the house and walked to the school, I pulled up my hoodie and left the envelope at Angel’s house on the way, stuffing it into the mailbox. Then I headed to the school, it was a Sunday so there would be no people. I stapled the first paper onto the tree by the back entrance, then jumped the fence and stapled a few more onto more trees. I taped a paper onto the back door, taped more onto the front door and then broke into the school since thankfully the front entrance was left unlocked which meant a teacher must be here. I had to be careful. I left more prints in the front office and left them everywhere around the school. Anywhere they could be seen. After that I don’t remember much. It was like my entire being was taken over and the rest of my memory became clouded. All I knew was that Monday life changed completely for Angel Maura. He was made fun of and suspended for being in possession of weed. Then no one heard from him again but I heard he transferred schools.

My life went on. Caesar was still giving me lessons on becoming an information broker and I was still trading my body for him until one day he told me I didn’t have to. I think he realized that I wasn’t the same Diego Shawns anymore that he knew back then. I was worse. I was his little psychopath as he called me and I no longer had a mind. I lost something and it wasn’t ever going to be found again. I was a freshman now and I had plans for my new high school much to Caesar’s dislike.