A loud boom rang throughout the halls of Webster High School, shaking every student and teacher to the bone. 611Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY3tNOVAxid
"There's the first one," Claire whispers to herself. 611Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZNnM5nGsiT
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. 611Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0SUSCZFvJr
She watches as her classmates pick up their precious belongings in horror, knowing they’re not going to need them where they’re going. 611Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBI3ylPSLJk
She waits, then whispers to herself, “And, Go!"611Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdTCfVw0UE6
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. 611Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5iOFFJt7jP
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. 611Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeTGgWRLQzl
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. 611Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ14jDDQ2S8q
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!"611Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvy11mkSpyz
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. 611Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ73UnhWwcAb
"I just can't take it anymore," he had said to Claire the day before. "Let them pay."611Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGodz7MECt1
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. 611Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXVSsPpiEFS
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. 611Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ04hwpinVdd
They were her first victims in what would be what she called The Day of Redemption. 611Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrBKYz8kWmp
Bomb number two goes off as planned. 611Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡffjYkQQsqC
Everything is going to plan, baby. You're such a genius, she thought to herself. 611Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBSJH6eaZFG
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. 611Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVSJPaXFFmR
"This is what you wanted baby. I didn't let you down, did I?" She says to herself. 611Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh4P96LTIpD
She is proud at what she had done. Now, she is ready to see not just her maker, but see her Johnny again. 611Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM0cWSM1UDR
It is time. 611Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVFMR3Q1MvE
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. 611Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5731q14HyA
"I'm sorry, Dad," she manages to breathe out before she descends to her knees, then face slapping the ground.
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