I Will be Remembered

Hello! This is a short story I wrote for my Writer's Craft class. I wrote it in about ten minutes but I really liked it and thought I'd share it with you :P

I hope you enjoy it and don't be afraid to leave a comment! :)

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I need to do this. I've suffered so much in this hell hole... It's my turn to make them suffer. They need to pay for what they've done to me! All the bullshit, all the bullying... It all lead to this moment. They should've expected it! Fucking idiots... Did they really think I'd just walk away without seeing them hurt? That I'd just graduate with my mouth shut and shake hands with their leader? He's the worst of them. The one they voted for valedictorian. Don't they see he's a fucking asshole? That he enjoys seeing others in pain? They probably do. I'll bet any damn thing that they cheer him on, too. He's like a motherfucking god to all these dumbasses. He deserves what's coming for him.

Of course, they're all guilty. But I'm willing to be lenient. After all, they haven't done anything except watching. He's the fucking problem. He's the one I need to make suffer. The rest will learn their lesson from him. From me. They will see how powerful I am. They will love me, and I will love their love for me. I will be a god.

There's a gun beneath my red graduation gown. I stole it from my dad's safe last night and hid it in my backpack until I got here. Then, it was all about putting on the gown and sneaking the gun out of my bag without anyone seeing me. They're all idiots who only choose to see what the fuck they want, so it was like taking candy from a bigass baby. Easy as hell.

It's almost my turn. There are three people left to be called, then it's only me and him. The bully and the bullied. The dumbass and the fucking clever one who's finally getting his revenge.

His death will be public. An embarrassment to end all embarrassments. I'm so damn clever! I'll bet no one ever thought of this before.

Two people.

I'll be a legend. Someone better for all these idiots to worship. Someone worthy of their admiration.

One.

I. Will. Be. Remembered.

They're calling my name. I walk up to the stage. He's the first one I'm supposed to shake hands with. I can see it in his eyes as I pull out the gun from under my gown. The hunger to embarrass me in front of all these people.

Not today, motherfucker.

I am their new god.

I shoot.