Name: Faye Henderson
Post: Lead chorister in church
Wing: Arts and Humanities
Faye Henderson.
I know her. She wasn't in school yesterday when Aaron had me sign my body to him for revenge.
Now I know why. She was r***d, on friday.
I close my eyes in hopes that doing so would wash away the memory of the video I just watched.
Poor girl. She has always been so happy. Always searching for the good in everything.
Her parents died last year in a car accident and she's been living with her uncle, Pastor Samson since.
Her cries will haunt my sleep now.
I shut my phone off and swivel in my chair when I hear footsteps.
"Why aren't you in school? Got knocked up already?"
"Go play with your bundle of herpes, Lolita."
I glance up when I don't hear any sound.
"You've been crying, Tequil
