A loud boom rang throughout the halls of Webster High School, shaking every student and teacher to the bone. 743Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡelAHpdMl6X
"There's the first one," Claire whispers to herself. 743Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3Cdb5sd614
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. 743Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡurH2ksNJI7
She watches as her classmates pick up their precious belongings in horror, knowing they’re not going to need them where they’re going. 743Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeRaG0ejr7W
She waits, then whispers to herself, “And, Go!"743Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOk5hDmiRxs
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. 743Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV7r1NUsoq6
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. 743Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡemqFOXu5KT
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. 743Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5c5Q71IMfb
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!"743Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzZrYA6kSrA
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. 743Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgEDu21F02Z
"I just can't take it anymore," he had said to Claire the day before. "Let them pay."743Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOYXZNyMGyn
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. 743Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ20VylILMF
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. 743Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzeUQf7bIJU
They were her first victims in what would be what she called The Day of Redemption. 743Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOU6guC6Sp5
Bomb number two goes off as planned. 743Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLsX2vC5rSY
Everything is going to plan, baby. You're such a genius, she thought to herself. 743Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1d5WGWtxac
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. 743Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0hgI2dl3Qj
"This is what you wanted baby. I didn't let you down, did I?" She says to herself. 743Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJQYrJWeC8u
She is proud at what she had done. Now, she is ready to see not just her maker, but see her Johnny again. 743Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwHQxXsOLMM
It is time. 743Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf7qmlVt8CR
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. 743Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFC6Uni7oDm
"I'm sorry, Dad," she manages to breathe out before she descends to her knees, then face slapping the ground.
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