A loud boom rang throughout the halls of Webster High School, shaking every student and teacher to the bone. 679Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGgrDC8LWgm
"There's the first one," Claire whispers to herself. 679Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaLSyDpsyTm
The other kids in her class are completely silent as they listen to screams out in the distance. One of them grabs their bag and runs for the door. The rest of the class take the hint and follow. Claire sits quietly in her desk, waiting. 679Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtYwZPNaAF2
She watches as her classmates pick up their precious belongings in horror, knowing they’re not going to need them where they’re going. 679Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC6csXtAhLt
She waits, then whispers to herself, “And, Go!"679Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSg5tq8Na8J
She reaches into her black gym bag and pulls out her main source of destruction and chaos. The loud crash is the kickoff bell, letting her know it is time. She stands up, AK-47 in hand, takes the safety off and aims it at the crowd of classmates huddling by the door, unaware of what is to become of them. She gives out a loud yell as one boy turns to notice her smile, right before she gently pulls the curved trigger. 679Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVwicM6DuRt
The echoes of firecrackers echo throughout her head as she makes her way out of the classroom and into the hallway, where students run like wild beheaded chickens. Each white with fear and confusion, not able to realize what is happening to their poor school. She watches them, while awaiting her second attraction to go-off. 679Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgxmructajw
They are homemade bombs she and her boyfriend, John, had made. It was a hobby of theirs to build different things they found in the Anarchist Cookbook. She didn't know she would be using them in the near future. 679Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSDD0hgjaiz
As she wanders the crowded halls, spraying gunfire at anything and anyone in sight, she yells, "It's all your fault! You did this to yourself!"679Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE98wjrE3HD
In her head, her actions are justified. John, her best friend and lover, had been taunted and humiliated at school on a daily basis. He couldn't even come home to a loving family. His mom being an alcoholic while his dad would beat him constantly. They were completely different from her loving parents—Mom being a house mom and Dad being a teacher at her school. 679Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyHlLJgnknZ
"I just can't take it anymore," he had said to Claire the day before. "Let them pay."679Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsvVw4olwQU
He said this before he pulled a .22 glock out of his jacket pocket and shot himself in the head. Blood spattered all over Claire's face as she wailed. 679Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXLY66L6Oxg
She ran to his house to tell his parents, but stopped at their front porch which was on the verge of collapse. She peered into the dirty, unkempt windows and watched with hateful eyes as they went on with their disgusting lives. She felt something in her pocket. Something metal and heavy. She forgot she had taken it. 679Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdTQIZtly5o
They were her first victims in what would be what she called The Day of Redemption. 679Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWex9qDtLuY
Bomb number two goes off as planned. 679Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHgfY1tTdaB
Everything is going to plan, baby. You're such a genius, she thought to herself. 679Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCie3WzxYfS
Within five minutes the halls are empty, except for the horrorshow lying in front of her. Bloody bodies lying limp. Some would spasm. Some were still screaming. Smoke floats in the air. She puts down her gun and starts to dance in it as if she is dancing with an invisible partner. 679Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGFMmsKKIxG
"This is what you wanted baby. I didn't let you down, did I?" She says to herself. 679Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDcd3HZXvkM
She is proud at what she had done. Now, she is ready to see not just her maker, but see her Johnny again. 679Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUbVMiks2bv
It is time. 679Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBut9Atiq3A
She bends down and picks up her rifle as she hears two gunshots go off. They have a different timbre to them. A different sound from her gun. She looks down and sees a wisp of smoke coming out of two holes in her chest, then blood slowly drips down onto the tiled floor. She looks up and through the fog, sees a familiar face. Her father holding up a black pistol, with smoke exhausting out of the short barrel. 679Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOBqdI36D3s
"I'm sorry, Dad," she manages to breathe out before she descends to her knees, then face slapping the ground.
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