A loud boom rang throughout the halls of Webster High School, shaking every student and teacher to the bone. 584Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8MuZZIUZPR
"There's the first one," Claire whispers to herself. 584Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXzbwwQyZFc
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. 584Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUuuATN6zkj
She watches as her classmates pick up their precious belongings in horror, knowing they’re not going to need them where they’re going. 584Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVcV0FiheHu
She waits, then whispers to herself, “And, Go!"584Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡafnmnblJ0L
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. 584Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1SjQtg0MZD
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. 584Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmiNlTfmgno
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. 584Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3WvydKbXT2
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!"584Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj8J6sP3E9Z
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. 584Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEKzjqHfn73
"I just can't take it anymore," he had said to Claire the day before. "Let them pay."584Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJNHVNMGSsv
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. 584Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5ky7oPDXKL
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. 584Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdKj0sBDcZX
They were her first victims in what would be what she called The Day of Redemption. 584Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOcN2G0cOTm
Bomb number two goes off as planned. 584Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtqkwbqdPqt
Everything is going to plan, baby. You're such a genius, she thought to herself. 584Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ82U0hG9rRP
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. 584Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWzLH2jzOm8
"This is what you wanted baby. I didn't let you down, did I?" She says to herself. 584Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNO8EmrYhGX
She is proud at what she had done. Now, she is ready to see not just her maker, but see her Johnny again. 584Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAjpNxYxa1O
It is time. 584Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbufwhavr4K
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. 584Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwjXq0ZL7iS
"I'm sorry, Dad," she manages to breathe out before she descends to her knees, then face slapping the ground.
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