Thanks so much for the replies, you guys!
So! Some... interesting things happened at school today. The science teacher announced that he had just ordered the dead animals and that we should be getting them sometime next week. At this, Mary immediately perked up and asked what animal it was. We're going to be dissecting rabbits.

Frogs are one thing, but rabbits are cuddly and cute. I can't stand the idea of cutting one open! I even had a pet rabbit once, named Bernie, when I was very little, but I don't remember much of it. I was trying to remember everything I could about Bernie, when Mary said in that lilting, quiet voice of hers, "Ah, rabbits. I had a pet rabbit once. When it died, I got to cut it open and look at its guts. Good times."
The PETA boy turned around and said with shock, "You... I can't believe you would do that! Animals deserve our respect! You should have given it a proper burial and felt
grief, like a
normal human would, instead of using it for your own twisted amusement!"
She dismissed him with a wave of her hand, but I noticed the barest hint of a smirk at the boy's borderline hysterics. "It's not like I killed the rabbit. It was dead of natural causes. And once it's dead, it's dead. I think it died of old age. Yes, that's what it was. Old age." I noticed that her voice got very solemn at this point, and she looked away.
The PETA boy narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Yeah. Old age. Right." and turned back to his desk.
At the end of class, we had a lot of extra time to just hang out and chat with classmates. I asked Mary, "Did you really enjoy dissecting the rabbit?"
She gave me a look that said
That's the dumbest question I've ever heard. "Sure, I did," she began. "It was a pet that I had cared for for many years. I think living things are fascinating. I look at them and I can't help but wonder how they work inside. When it was finally dead, I got my chance. Curiosity got the better of me, I guess, and..." Her sentence trailed off as she grinned from ear to ear.
"And your parents are okay with this?" I asked. "I mean, most parents wouldn't let their kids touch dead animals, let alone cut them open."
"Oh, of course. My dad is a mortician. He works with dead bodies on a regular basis. My mom... well, my mom doesn't live with us, but my dad knows all about my interests. If I don't carry on the family business, he says, I should be a veterinarian, because I like animals."
So, apparently Mary likes animals, but also likes cutting them open. That's an unusual hobby for a teenager. I'm not saying that Mary's the next Dahmer, but something about her seems unhealthy. Sick. Saturated with death. Of course I think the media plays a role, but then again, there could be other influences. I am





ing for her, as always.
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