A loud boom rang throughout the halls of Webster High School, shaking every student and teacher to the bone. 665Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmnRYda0Xqh
"There's the first one," Claire whispers to herself. 665Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHhLnhWTkr4
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. 665Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiQDGlG24vn
She watches as her classmates pick up their precious belongings in horror, knowing they’re not going to need them where they’re going. 665Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFr8bOH6PUy
She waits, then whispers to herself, “And, Go!"665Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmh0hIGSWMo
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. 665Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyzk6F34OXI
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. 665Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzXBuJByhua
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. 665Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUCGEBI96jw
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!"665Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC6hMF4SgPK
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. 665Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvNK7WU9EmT
"I just can't take it anymore," he had said to Claire the day before. "Let them pay."665Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpGRVrF42Ls
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. 665Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyuLXvFSIma
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. 665Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiOCcOEqqjK
They were her first victims in what would be what she called The Day of Redemption. 665Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7imxt0KogV
Bomb number two goes off as planned. 665Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnsq8eD2ADf
Everything is going to plan, baby. You're such a genius, she thought to herself. 665Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXqOOAgVDWD
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. 665Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrA8hnhQJxr
"This is what you wanted baby. I didn't let you down, did I?" She says to herself. 665Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbujNIPTm8X
She is proud at what she had done. Now, she is ready to see not just her maker, but see her Johnny again. 665Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmXstmDZLJz
It is time. 665Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMGVPZux7p6
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. 665Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeSZvyVe5oH
"I'm sorry, Dad," she manages to breathe out before she descends to her knees, then face slapping the ground.
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