The Many Ways To Kill Dawson:
Chapter Four

The loud chatter of students could be heard as the bell for 1st period rang. The elderly Mr Murphy shambled into the classroom and peering hard as he surveyed the room. He blinked twice, took off his glasses and blinked again. If his eyesight served him right it would appear that Dawson Leery was sitting in his classroom. But that couldn't be right. Dawson had died. Oh well maybe he had made a mistake.

And who was it that Dawson was staring at? The poor boy seemed to be making some strangling noises at a couple in the corner of the room. In fact it looked like the couple was...were they??....they couldn't be?! Moving with a slow stiffness Mr Murphy walked to the corner of the room, stopping in front of a huddled pair of figures.

He glared at the students and cleared his throat, "Ahem..What is going on here?? Miss Potter? Mr Witter?"

Dawson smirked, happy of the teacher's interference.

Joey turned her head, her face a picture of sweet innocence, "We're in Biology."

"So? I already know that. I want to know what the two of you are *doing*?" Mr Murphy demanded.

"We're in anatomy class." Joey's voice was that of perfect honor roll, A-student.

"I know that already...I do teach the class Miss Potter. It's that thing Mr Witter is doing that I'm curious about?"

"Oh this!" Joey exclaimed with realisation, gesturing to Pacey's head buried underneath her half open shirt.

"Well we all know that Pacey isn't that great a student...and you did assign me to tutor him."

"Huh?" The elderly teacher's face was one of puzzlement.

"You see," Joey continued to explain in a practical, logical manner, "Pacey just could not understand the material we've been studying. And you did suggest some practical experience might help. So Pacey's doing so hands on learning."

"Oh." My Murphy nodded, "So he's studying. You're helping him study."

Joey nodded.

Mr Murphy scratched his head. It was all very bizarre.

"Very well Mr Witter, Miss Potter...carry on with your..um..studying."

"What are you INSANE!!" Dawson screamed.

Mr Murphy ignored Dawson. What Jospehine Potter said had made sense. She was a very clever girl after all. Mr Murphy felt very tired. He didn't really understand anything today. Mr Murphy decided to take the day off. He must be feeling ill if he was seeing and hearing Dawson Leery making grotesque faces and noises at him. Now that was one thing that didn't make sense - Dawson Leery alive. The boy really should have died a long time ago.

Shaking his head Mr Murphy exited the classroom.

Dawson fumed. The stupid teacher was so old and decrepit, it looked like it was up to Dawson to save the day. Only he wasn't quite sure how to get Pacey's face off Joey's chest.

Oh gawd! Was that Pacey's mouth sucking on Joey's...no...No..NO...NO!!!

Dawson grabbed a chair and rushed towards Pacey.

The ceiling cracked and bits of mortar and brick began to fall. Glass began to shatter. Students watched in fascinated horror as the window broke into tiny little fragments, embedding themselves into Dawson's, and only Dawson's, body. One brick after the other fell on top of Dawson's head.

The principal walked by and gasped in shock. It looked like the school was starting to crumble apart. Seemed like Dawson Leery had been killed by the school. The principal shook his head and sadly made his announcement: "The building is to be evacuated. School will close until repairs can be made!"

A wave of hurrahs and cheers swept the room.

"Good ol' Dawson" chanted a few students as they raced out of school.

Everyone made a mad dash to exit; Pacey and Joey went off to finish their studying session.

One person was missing.

Andie.

She stood staring at Dawson's body crying.

"Why? WHY?? Why did you have to die?? Now I'm going to miss school again!" She sobbed for a while, kicking Dawson's head in anger.