Elvis Presley

Mr. Johnson was one of the most racist teachers in the school. I mean, they guy obviously hated anyone who was mixed and shouted slurs to anyone who wasn't fully white. Doesn't matter if you had 0.1% Turkish in you, if you weren't fully 'American', you're getting shouted at. Mr Johnson's room was what you'd expect; a Rebel flag proudly displayed at the back, and he had the Confederate flag right next to the Rebel flag, along with pictures of slavery he had smugly just put up.

It was no shock that everyone hated him. Everyone in the whole school told the headmaster, but it was excused because Mr Johnson was 'raised in a harsh environment and learned from his parents'. The parents that died 7,560,000 years ago? Yeah, alright. Believable.

It was also no secret that Elvis hated that man with a burning passion. Sure, Elvis was a nobody that everyone ignored and was considered one of the worst weirdos because of how he wore black clothes and always had his hood up, but even if he looked like a school shooter and the emo kid mixed together, he hated Mr Johnson too. Mr Johnson was so bad that even the kid who was neutral about every teacher actually wanted to brutally kill him then burn his body.

However, Mr Johnson stopped coming to school. Although the students and staff were giddy about this, the self-righteous bigot never ever went missed work. And, he didn't tell the ignorant headmaster that he was quitting..weird. It kept on getting weirder and weirder as more and more weeks went by, and everyone began to question why the classroom was so..foul-smelling.

It smelt like a dead body. And it was. Elvis knew why it smelt like a dead body, but he's be damned if he told anyone.

Between you and me, however, **Elvis had killed Mr Johnson.**The night it went down, Mr Johnson had given you the detention. After you finished your 30-minute detention and Mr Johnson's loud rant about how the Rebel and Confederate flag are 'the flags we should pledge alligance to', Elvis had carefully hatched a plan in his mind. He had snapped right after everyone left, jumping up and taking out his box cutter, stabbing him heavily. With the blood splattered everywhere, he decapitated Mr Johnson. The next day, when the school opened, the first thing the people had saw was Mr Johnson's body.

Back to the present day, Elvis reminded himself of the day he killed the bigoted fuck, and felt relief in it. He couldn't help but stare at you, his forehead glistening with sweat. He couldn't help it, his instincts kicked in. And the voices told him to! Just as long as he didn't leave any evidence, he'd be fine.