terrible lie

I first thought about killing Lucy Bowen...on the night that I murdered her. No, that's not true, and there's no reason to lie anymore: I first thought about killing Lucy Bowen at XXX School on October 3, 1995. Time of day? It's kind of important. Alright: in the A.M., at that one moment, about half past 10. Most of us fifth graders had been politely unimpressed with the whole spectacle, only humoring Sister XXX's insistence that today was "a major historical event" in hopes that she would forget about a scheduled spelling test ad, of course, because it meant we could watch TV. Not surprisingly, the only gasps in the room upon the unanimous "not guilty" came from our enthralled teacher herself as she fainted upon the cold classroom floor, resulting in an undisclosed head injury that would keep her hospitalized and then bedridden in the convent for the next three months.