Tonight at your twentieth high school reunion you and your old friends will start talking about Prom and someone will mention Henry Potter.
“His ghost still haunts me,” you’ll say. “But still I think I was in the right.”
No one will know what you’re talking about. Explain that you murdered Henry that night. Then you put him in his car and sent it off the bridge making it look like he had a drunk driving accident on the way home from Prom.
“You guys all knew that though, right?”
Their shocked expressions will make it clear that they did not know that.
“Oh wow, I assumed everyone was cool with it and you all ran with that drunk driving story just to keep me from having to go to jail,” tell them. “No one liked Henry. Figured you all were grateful.”
Emily, the former cheerleader/current veterinarian will point out that your high school class had the highest number of students killed in drunk driving accidents in the nation.
“We were way above the national average,” Emily will say.
“Yeah I killed all seventeen,” tell them.
“But there were eighteen,” Emily will say.
“I never laid a hand on Louis Biederman. He was a full-on alky,” say.
While they appreciate you trying to make their student body better by removing undesirables, they’ll be upset that they had to spend so much of their senior year attending anti-drunk driving assemblies.
“Sorry I made your senior less fun,” tell them.
Was that so hard? Why is it so hard for you to apologize to people when you know you’re in the wrong?
Happy You Murdered Henry Day!
