MURDER
I walked in silence toward my home. It had been a very stressful day at school again. It started at recess when I got teased because of my hair and zits. I had absolutely no friends. Not even any acquaintances. Nobody talked to me unless they had no other option. I felt like my life was unimportant. I just wished I could leave somehow. I felt like nobody cared about me or my feelings.
"Kmn!" I muttered to myself, which meant kill me now. I was so angry and sad about my bully. I wished he could go to jail, or, or, to another planet! I wanted him anywhere but here. I knew it wasn't possible, but I was still wishing.
He's just so aweful and mean! I thought about having him dead for a second. No more bullying! No more coming home crying everyday. It would feel so good to kill him myself… to put a bullet in Harry's head. I thought to myself.
"NO!" I said aloud. I couldn't! I wouldn't!
But, then again, he does deserve it. Maybe I'll take my dad's pistol to school just in case I have a change of heart. When I got home, I took the pistol off the display, put the lock on it, and stuffed it in my bag.
The next day I woke up feeling refreshed and happy. I got ready and rushed downstairs. Then I grabbed my bag and ran out the door.
All day it felt like the pistol weighed 1,000 pounds. I wanted to rip the gun out and run to find harry the jerk. But, unfortunetly I didn't see him till recess. I was in the library reading a book, when he came up to me and ripped the book out of my hands.
"Give it back, now". I said through clenched teeth. "No, I don't think so". He replied with a smirk on his face.
"Stupid…" I muttered as my hand slipped gradually into my bag.
"Fine, here's your book back." He said, and he extended his arm. Wait! Was he finally being nice? This must be a trick. I thought to myself. Then just as I suspected, as I reached to take the book back, he pulled his hand away and ripped out the page that I was reading. I furrowed my eyebrows, took a deep breath, and pulled out the gun.
"Whoa! What are you doing with that? Be careful!" he shouted as I pointed the pistol at the center of his chest. I smiled and said,
"You so deserve this". I whispered, glancing at the trigger. My index finger was on it.
His life is in my hands. I determine wether he lives or dies. Which one will it be? I thought to myself.
"Let's see… that's one shot for calling me names, another for taking my stuff, and another for pushing, and tripping me in the hallway! So that's three shots all together." I paused and cocked my head to the side, still smiling.
"You're so dead, LITERALLY!" I screamed. My finger pressed against the trigger and suddenly there was a loud, BOOM! Harry didnt even have time to scream. Blood spurted from his chest, and he flew back into the bookshelves. I didn't even wait to see what happened next. I wiped the blood splatter off my face, whipped the pistol at his feet, and ran. I ran past the screaming people, shoving at anybody that tried to restrain me. I ran out of there as fast as I could. I wasn't thinking about the consequences. All that was running through my mind as I sprinted off the campus, was that harry finaly got what he deserved.
The end!
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