I went to my dad's closet, I took his .45, took three boxes of bullets and on my hip it shall reside.
I shot him in the face. I laughed as he died. He screamed as he saw the gun. It was amusing. Who's a coward now daddy dearest?
I cleaned my face and walked to school. The gun in my pocket. He walked up behind me and I knew. I knew. I turned around and shot him in the chest three times. A girl screamed down the hall. I shot in her direction, as yells and screams pierced the air.
I shot in every direction until the lockers were painted with their brains. I laughed loudly, screaming at my mum.
Are you proud mummy? I was strong for you so you could stop being disappointed. Tell me you're proud!
I shot at the ceiling, screaming in rage. The police came and I shot them too. I shot them all, the bullies, the teacher who smiled at my pain, the kids who never helped me.
I did it mummy, I love you.
I'll be with you soon. Wait for me.
- Hero
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Fifth Period Massacre
恐怖What bullying can lead to. Maybe this'll open some minds, and make people understand. Bullying needs to stop. This isn't an attempt at insulting people. It's an opinionated narrative based on many occurrances. Leave your comments, angry or und...
