‘You may think that this story couldn’t possibly be true, but I’ll make you believe it.’
I’m Lloyd Brooke from Phoenix. I’m 14 years old and I ‘ve been a killer since I was 10. My story is about how I originally became who I am today. They call Me Lloydie. At least, before I kill them.
September 3rd 2013
Opening the shed to find my bike, I fastened my tie fastidiously. It was my first day at a new school. My first day in grade 6. I was so happy to get away from my old school in Michigan: no more being bullied. No more being made fun of for my boyish name. No more worries.
As the shed finally opened I looked around to see my bicycle, neatly parked in the corner. “Ah! There you are!” I cheerfully sung. I walked in further to the bike and hummed joyfully.
On my way to school, I admired the view of the doll-like houses dotted around in spontaneous patterns. Not a single thing was out of place there. The trees and well-trimmed bushes hummed against the soft flow of the wind as the sun rose slower than ever. It was a perfect morning for a cycle. Passing the entranced of my new school I turned and went to the bike parking area. After I had parked my bike I joyously headed to my new class.
Entering the classroom, the teacher asked me to stand up and introduce myself.
*badump badump*
I could feel my heart rapidly beating.
My name.
Anything but that.
“My name!” I screamed and burst out crying like a baby. I felt so humiliated.
“Are you alright?” The teacher walked over to me worriedly.
“I’m fine,” I sniffed. “Can I start over?”
“Of course you can.”
“M-my name i-is L-L, Lloyd Br-rooke.”
The whole class burst out laughing and I immediately sat down covering my face.
For months a girl called Jade Purain bullied me for my name. Until late one day, I couldn’t take it anymore.
When the bell rang, everyone went in. Everyone except for me and Jade. “Whatcha gonna do Llyodie!? She giggled.
*nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah *
This feeling rushed inside me and I grabbed a pencil out my pocket.
*nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah*
I lunged forward and stabbed her. She flopped down into a pool of blood whilst I was standing in front of her breathing heavily. I was smiling.
I was so happy.
It felt good.
