I'm revising Darker Days, most of the beginning is the same and such beacuase I actually gave a hoot when I wrote those parts. But other than that, the whol story is gonna be changed.

Darker Days

Chapter One

Explosion

I glanced around, my blue eyes flashing back and forth as I waited for the perfect opportunity. I shifted in my desk that was placed in the corner of the classroom and hidden from the door by a rolling closet. I stood up slowly and walked to the desk approximately twelve feet to the left of my desk. I grabbed the bathroom pass and started to walk to the door, when I reached it, I locked it and shut the blinds even more, no one noticed. I set the pass down on the small, thick window sill before flicking on the lights.

Moans from the students rang out while the teacher stood up and started to walk towards me.

"Pyralis, what are you doing?" He asked gently, reaching out to turn the lights back off.

I whipped out my gun and pointed it at him, he froze and gasps of terror escaped many of the occupants of the room.

"Unplug the phone", I demanded, motioning to a boy with long hair and a nose ring using the gun. I whipped underneath my nose and took a breath. The boy was moving slowly, too slowly. "Aaron, hurry it up!" I shouted in frustration. He jumped and practically fell over himself to get to the phone quick enough.

"Pyrali-" The teacher began again before I cut him off. "SHUT-UP! Get the cell phones from everyone!" I hollered at him, shaking in anger.

He nodded slowly and did as I told him. I turned to Aaron and saw he was finished with the phone and was just standing there, afraid to move.

"Everyone stand up and push your desks to the side wall!" I ordered when Braaten-the teacher- was finished collecting the cell phones and had them in a bucket on his desk.

Everyone stood and did as I told them to. When the scraping of the desks being moved across the linoleum flooring finished, I barked out another order to a girl with dyed aburn hair.

"Bree, get my backpack and hand it to me, then go to everyone else at the desks."

The girl did as she was told and everyone stood there. "Well! Are you going to listen to what I said!" I snapped.

They scuttled over to the desks quickly and lined up perfectly, not sure if it was okay to huddle. I walked down the line and looked into everyone's eyes.

"Ariel, Aaron; go sit in the middle of the room."

Aaron and a blonde girl moved and did as I told. I set my backpack down in front of them, never taking my eyes off the other occupants in the room.

"Open the bag and connect the green wires to the blue ones, and then wrap the ends of the red wires around the turn dial knob", I ordered, walking over to Braaten's desk.

They let out a small noise of cooperation before I heard my backpack open. I turned to watch as they pulled out the microwave-resembling-mess. I let out a small hysterical giggle and twitched before turning to the cell phones. I picked up one and turned it over in one hand, I threw it down on the ground and it snapped in half, no longer useful. I continued to do this while Aaron and Ariel did I instructed them to.

When I finished the phones I turned around and saw that they were almost finished with assembling the rest of my homemade bomb for me. I glanced at the clock and noted that there was still an hour left before lunch. They finished and I kicked them back towards my line. Hmm, my line, I like the sound of that.

I crouched down next to my bomb and looked at their work, frowning when I realized the sloppiness of it. I tsked and looked up at the class. "You're horrible at this, you should take a tech class in purgatory."

I still held the gun in one hand and fixed their mistakes with ones hand. I stuck my hand in my pocket and pulled out a small circuitry board. I placed it on top of the microwave and connected the blue and green wires to some of it mini towers. I twisted the knob with the red wire about two centimeters before pulling out the controls for a remote control car. I pulled the microwave to an outlet and plugged it in. I looked inside the microwave and noticed that there was nothing in it. I frowned, wasn't there supposed to be shrapnel? Must've forgot.

"Aaron, get the broken cell phones, Ariel get the staplers and paper clips, Bree get everyone's pencil lead", I order, looking in to see exactly how to place everything.

When I had the items, I placed the cell phones in first, then unloaded the staplers and tossed the staples randomly in the microwave, along with the paperclips. I placed the pencil lead in carefully do that it stood in all directions. I pressed start and began to back out of the room; I glanced from the students to the phone and shot once before rushing out.

A few blocks away from school I turned the controller on and in three seconds the school exploded, destroying the buildings surrounding it and everything and everyone it the explosions path. I turned to watch my art, taking photos with a digital camera. I felt a sudden stinging pain and held underneath my left eye, cringing and pulled out the offending piece of shrapnel. It was one of the paper clips that was in the microwave. I cursed and threw the bloody office supply on the ground turning and stalking away from the scene angrily.

About an hour later I entered an Albertsons and went to the frosting isle. 'Nothing like a good frosting to party a successful explosion!' I thought, grabbing a Pillsbury vanilla one with sprinkles to add on and walking to the self checkout.

I used my friend's phone number for the preferred card while thinking angrily about the fact that they ask you if you want to do it in English or Spanish when we live in America. If you couldn't read and or speak English, you shouldn't be shopping. I paid for the frosting with some crumpled fives and left as quickly as I could to get to my house which was two hours in the opposite direction.

Upon reaching my house, I unlocked the door and stepped into the old, dirty apartment. I glided over the mess and sat upon a brown lazy boy with multiple stains on its exterior. I sat down and picked up the remote for the television and watched the news, waiting for the story of the explosion at school.

'This just in Gotham's Washington High School has been blown up! I'm handing it over to you Tiffany!' The news man cried out, holding his stupid little earpeice.

The screen changed to a woman with died blonde hair and fake boobs.

'Thanks Tom, I'm Tiffany Bridesburg here at the scene live. The police haven't released any information about this tragic incident, but as you can see, the after math is depressing', Tiffany acted like she truly felt sorry for the death of thousands of teenagers before the camera turned to show firemen and policemen scuttling about to search for survivors and to put out the flames. 'Back to you Tom.'

'Well, I've got a little tid bit on this explosion. Only five teenagers were not at school, all were at home and safely away from the danger. God bless the families that have lost and the families that did not. And that's it for the News Hour. See you at ten o'clock tonight.'

I giggled and shook with laughter while eating a bit of the delicious frosting, turning the channel to watch NCIS.