A loud boom rang throughout the halls of Webster High School, shaking every student and teacher to the bone. 538Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxhZw0eqaRj
"There's the first one," Claire whispers to herself. 538Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpQEwUKTTxb
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. 538Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm7anggA19K
She watches as her classmates pick up their precious belongings in horror, knowing they’re not going to need them where they’re going. 538Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTAxfsruB7j
She waits, then whispers to herself, “And, Go!"538Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDayWre3oIb
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. 538Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8XfNEZg2UV
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. 538Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXRee8Xgob0
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. 538Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ70ddAgF6Qe
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!"538Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJAh9WB5HlB
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. 538Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpV5qjrRUwi
"I just can't take it anymore," he had said to Claire the day before. "Let them pay."538Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgVdUddsa9n
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. 538Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBaMzIJNI7m
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. 538Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlB6qrtSxqj
They were her first victims in what would be what she called The Day of Redemption. 538Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4oaD142Wav
Bomb number two goes off as planned. 538Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn4p7PkDZI3
Everything is going to plan, baby. You're such a genius, she thought to herself. 538Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsJLeK5dkV8
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. 538Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwxtYRXOtjr
"This is what you wanted baby. I didn't let you down, did I?" She says to herself. 538Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgKuOA5eJci
She is proud at what she had done. Now, she is ready to see not just her maker, but see her Johnny again. 538Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4uL4ZTY4iJ
It is time. 538Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwkdJSNWjl8
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. 538Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfdjTDYXkKB
"I'm sorry, Dad," she manages to breathe out before she descends to her knees, then face slapping the ground.
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