I slowly slice a bagel into two,
smashing cream cheese on to both halves.
Police walk through my entire home
donning briefcases and latex gloves.
My parents nervously sip coffee in the
talking to a man in a suit.
I assume they'll try to keep me home today
but I'll fight it.
I cannot afford to miss AP Calc.
I need to get into a good college, you see.
Everyone glances at me
out of the peripheral vision.
Clean the blood off the floor
and get your asses out of my house.
No, I don't feel bad about
her dying (in there).
No, I don't think it should be a big deal.