I got as far as writing this chapter and realised that Bradley didn’t have a surname, so I invented one on the spot.
It should be apparent that Johnny is really quite troubled by the news story about the murders. But then, murder is a disturbing concept.
I was a bit uneasy about mentioning real-life murderers in this story, but Johnny is a history student, so it made sense for him to be informed about such things, and I couldn’t think of any good reason not to mention them. All the killers mentioned were active several decades ago, so hopefully nobody will be upset.
If you’ll allow me a moment to do some actual ranting: why can’t everyone get along? It would make life so much easier. Apparently one of my friends really dislikes another of my friends, even though they both hang around together a lot of the time at school. She apparently dislikes him so much that the thought of eating at the same table as him is unbearable. Which is incredibly inconvenient, since the lot of us are going out to eat on Friday, to celebrate the 18th birthdays of two of my friends.
Why can’t everyone just be cool with everything? I always tend to assume that, deep down, everyone likes one another really, even if they don’t always act like it. I know that’s utter nonsense, but I can’t help making that kind of assumption, because I can’t think of anyone I know who I could actually hate or hold a grudge against.
Maybe my problem is that I’m too nice. I’m too naïve, at any rate.😦