Slow motion pig blood in the bucket falls.
Blood splats all over Carrie.
Bucket falls on popular boy’s head.
Yeah, yeah, seen it all before.
As I glance around, everyone else seems to be surprised at the fact that Carrie is covered in blood. As if they didn’t see it two years ago.
I could leave right now, but to my “friends”, that would look peculiar, especially to the government officials sitting in the back that no one seems to notice but me.
I get out of my seat, watching the executives out of the corner of my eye as I walk past the people who are clueless.
Not like me.