It was the first week of classes and I was so busy that I had not seen a single freshman on campus. Although classes were starting a day later this year, it was already Tuesday and I wasn’t ready yet. A friend told me about how he’s had plenty of time, only to reveal that he was only taking three classes this semester. I encouraged him to pick up some art projects on the side since he’s got the time.

I was looking after my niece who was playing in the garden. She was singing a song about catching butterflies as she ran back and forth across the grass. However I was watching her from around the corner of the house, which meant that half of the time my view of her was obscured. It was getting dark and the surveillance camera above the gate I was standing behind started making clicking noises.

There was a giant brawl in the gym which lasted through the entire night. By the time morning came, everyone was on the ground or leaning against the wall, exhausted. We had initially gathered to figure out who was the “Pepsi murderer”. They were named as such because the victim was clutching a can of Pepsi when the body was found.