A loud boom rang throughout the halls of Webster High School, shaking every student and teacher to the bone. 577Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv4hij3fDPK
"There's the first one," Claire whispers to herself. 577Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOvpJBNsrOv
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. 577Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBvXGelwUlt
She watches as her classmates pick up their precious belongings in horror, knowing they’re not going to need them where they’re going. 577Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGE4vATfg0X
She waits, then whispers to herself, “And, Go!"577Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAp45F1uTbg
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. 577Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZxUbfMx7OY
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. 577Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7Q3NZPnf4I
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. 577Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV0hTXs1MB8
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!"577Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMpGtEY1K0Y
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. 577Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0uCtOugP4M
"I just can't take it anymore," he had said to Claire the day before. "Let them pay."577Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4KTBNOMWPZ
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. 577Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAi81OLADkK
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. 577Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmzUCejeCmg
They were her first victims in what would be what she called The Day of Redemption. 577Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6ZI2ioujxQ
Bomb number two goes off as planned. 577Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJkCUN3IAnp
Everything is going to plan, baby. You're such a genius, she thought to herself. 577Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYgSdpm4XYO
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. 577Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzEDDdbyFpM
"This is what you wanted baby. I didn't let you down, did I?" She says to herself. 577Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0ukmu8zERj
She is proud at what she had done. Now, she is ready to see not just her maker, but see her Johnny again. 577Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡopEzMWh8zX
It is time. 577Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfSjTpcjexv
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. 577Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv566EP15BV
"I'm sorry, Dad," she manages to breathe out before she descends to her knees, then face slapping the ground.
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