User blog:TheToughGuy/A Year At Bullworth for C-Money: Chp. 8

Malcolm Evans
During the day, I couldn't stop thinking about what happened after the funneral. Why would someone want to kill me? Why would they send a bunch of hitmen after me? It was the last day for winter break, but instead of having fun in the snow or playing games or even reading, I spend the whole day thinking about the near-death experience I went through. I had to find a way to stop thinking about the assult, I had to find something to do. So I decided to watch some television. Problaly I'm Rich.

When I entered the boys' dorm common room, there was a rich kid watching some program that I didn't care about. So I took the remote from him and changed the channel. Nothing good, not even I'm Rich, was on, so I changed it to Republican Space Rangers. Then the rich kid said, "Hey, I was watching that". "F*ck off", I said. I wasn't in any mood to listen to some rich talking about me, so I turned up the volume up loud.