Brutal, right? I know. I’m actually not proud of that one. It was messy and badly thought out. Thank god for inept small town detectives and botched forensic science. I was fifteen the next time I met someone who needed to die.

My father was an English professor. Megan was a failing but incredibly attractive student. She started to flirt with him and he shut her down early. In front of me, actually, which was somewhat awkward.

She told the police he had raped her later that week. Events did not favor my father and prison quite suddenly became a real possibility.

I gagged her with duct tape and threw her out of her own window. Dragged her to the swamps by her hair. Wore her father’s boots the whole time. I beat her to death with his shovel. I made sure to return the boots, mud tracks and blood stains included. The finishing touch was an email I sent to my father from her account explaining that her father had pressured her to do it.