Pinyata

The bed and room are considered tidy. She doesn’t seem to have much in the way of clothing other than her lilac pajamas, which she takes off in the morning and throws on the bed. The note on the little table terrifies me: “Your end has come, T!” We both stare at him in horror. There’s a big cross drawn on yesterday’s post. Underneath it says “You’re not here anymore.” There is no knifelike object anywhere that our eyes can reach. We ask each other if the note and the missing knife are related. As the Pi-Chi-Di team, one of us has to continue school, one of us has to sprain an ankle, and one of us has to face the score! I seem to be the last one to enter the amphitheater. As I ran backwards, I felt like everyone was turning and looking at me. I can tell it’s because of the weight of the bags I carry, but they don’t know that there’s more weight in my heart than those bags. If only they knew his burden! Oh, if only they knew!