A loud boom rang throughout the halls of Webster High School, shaking every student and teacher to the bone. 623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlP3HI9DESq
"There's the first one," Claire whispers to herself. 623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbufQL3rblG
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. 623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiwfYQwSvjr
She watches as her classmates pick up their precious belongings in horror, knowing they’re not going to need them where they’re going. 623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhUc98rQfaH
She waits, then whispers to herself, “And, Go!"623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg8Itwq623K
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. 623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWnfMfPNz6t
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. 623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzTl7MUpuaA
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. 623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRSQluzI1qb
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!"623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLAaau0NxVO
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. 623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHJwBog0U7a
"I just can't take it anymore," he had said to Claire the day before. "Let them pay."623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk6TXzv0Xo9
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. 623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsbHm6gW7cl
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. 623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOO4eSBRXdD
They were her first victims in what would be what she called The Day of Redemption. 623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwmQ6wPK1iS
Bomb number two goes off as planned. 623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg6MTQ6l79p
Everything is going to plan, baby. You're such a genius, she thought to herself. 623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFfFHrtqLoh
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. 623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcuQMU98W1v
"This is what you wanted baby. I didn't let you down, did I?" She says to herself. 623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh0TBKtawd2
She is proud at what she had done. Now, she is ready to see not just her maker, but see her Johnny again. 623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrVRJmJkrj9
It is time. 623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXsGiGxKWFI
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. 623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlO4BxwLOiZ
"I'm sorry, Dad," she manages to breathe out before she descends to her knees, then face slapping the ground.
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