[ WP ] A high school student calls in a bomb threat to cancel classes for the day . During the ensuing evacuation , a series of explosions level the school .

It's my third week on the run, three weeks since Aaron framed for bombing our highschool. I've decided to write a journal so that even if I'm killed at least the truth will get out. 
 
 It all started on Friday the 13th of June 2014, neither of us was prepared for finals and Aaron said we could get a couple extra days to study by phoning in a bomb threat. Now I'm not a moron, I've red all the news stories about people getting caught for just that, but Aaron told me he had purchased a `` burner'' phone for just that reason, but was too scared to phone it in himself. Seeing as any store cameras would have only caught Aaron I agreed to do it. 
 
 It was a stupid decision. The bastard had somehow swiped my phone, and replaced the Sims, so I ended up making the threat from my phone number, from my room. 
 
 The only reason I even got away before the police arrived was that after the bombs started exploding the bastard warned me as he gloated. Said it was for fucking his sister, and stealing his Charizard card a couple years ago. As if I even played that crap game. 
 
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 But enough of that, I do n't know how he made the bombs, I do n't know how he set up everything. All I know is that I ran like hell, and hid under an abandoned bridge about a two hours walk away. I knew no one ever went there, and that I could get enough fruit to last a few days from the nearby wild apple trees, it tasted like shit, but it was something. 
 
 I heard about the manhunt while running, and left my phone on a bus to new york to mislead my pursuers, I think it worked but I have no way of checking. 
 
 After the first few days of dirty water and shit apples I tried heading back into town, I turned back the moment I saw the first wanted posters. Seriously, I thought they stopped using those sometimes in the 1880s! 
 
 It's been three weeks now, and I think I've lost every ounce of fat I ever possessed. I have to go into town tomorrow and eat, or I'll die here. Hopefully even if I'm caught this journal will serve as my alibi. 
 
 
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 News article - Saturday 5th July 2014 
 
 Terrorist John Holmes was shot dead today in his hometown of XXXXXX while casing a small supermarket. A small blood soaked journal was found on his person, its contents are deemed indecipherable.
