Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold sat in the auditorium of Columbine High School, along with the numerous other students that were sitting in there as well. They were waiting for Principal DeAngelis to speak, and after a few minutes, he did.
Principal DeAngelis walked up to a microphone on the stage and tapped it a few times before beginning to speak.
"Good morning," Principal DeAngelis said after clearing his throat. "We called this morning meeting to inform all of you all that because of the nine month long rebuilding that they're doing over at Eastern High, the students of Eastern High will be spending this school year here at Columbine."
A few students in the audience could be heard grumbling and complaining loudly. Eric scoffed and shook his head.
"Great, just go ahead and turn Columbine High into Nigger and Spic High." Eric whispered to Dylan who snickered.
"Um settle down. Settle down please." Principal DeAngelis said. "Now as the students of Eastern High get settled in here with taking classes with you all, attending lunch with you all and sharing the hallways with you all, we officials here at Columbine want you to make the students of Eastern High feel welcomed and at home - because if not, there will be consequences."
Eric rolled his eyes and sighed.
Yeah, he'd make them feel really welcomed, Eric thought, NOT. For all Eric was concerned, having the black and Hispanic kids of Eastern High come to Columbine only meant he'd have more bullies on his back, which meant more people he and Dylan would have to slaughter come April 20th."
After the morning meeting in the auditorium with Principal DeAngelis, the students of Columbine flooded the hallways of the school, going to and from their lockers and rushing off to their classes. As Eric and Dylan walked down the hallway of Columbine High with their black sunglasses on and their long, trench coats on, they received numerous glares from the black and Hispanic Eastern High students.
Eric noticed the dress style pattern of the black and Hispanic students of Eastern and Eric could easily tell these kids weren't like the ones at Columbine - not in any way. The black and Hispanic girls wore everything from skin tight, stretch jeans and halter tops, to mini skirts and tight tube tops. The black and Hispanic guys donned baggy jeans, FUBU backpacks, Jordans and Tupac and Biggie shirts.
"Well, I'd say this year has totally gone to shit now." Eric said as he and Dylan approached Eric's locker.
Dylan snickered as he stared at a group of black and Hispanic guys and girls who walked down the hall past them while laughing and talking to each other.
"This is why I can't wait for April 20th." Dylan said as he shot his eyes down to the floor. "I just can't wait for it to be all over."
Eric glared over at Dylan, picking up on Dylan's instant feeling of depression and angst.
"Hey, don't worry about it." Eric said as he patted Dylan on the shoulder.
"They're just," Dylan began, "they're going to be more shitty to us than the fucking assholes who already go here. I just know it, which means we're going to have to take even more shit from everyone here until April -"
"Hey, and take shit we WILL Dylan." Eric said strongly. "We will take shit now but they will most definitely fucking taking shit later. Come April 20th, they will realize how wrong it was to ever fucking treat us like shit. Come 420, they will know the true meaning of fucking wrath. Alright? Just keep that in your head ok?"
Dylan nodded, with almost a look of blank numbness. The truth was that Dylan would have rather just had the bullying to end period, instead of causing wrath. He would have rather just been accepted and liked, even - loved, rather than to end all of his pain and anger in homicidal rage - but, if that's what he needed to do to get his point across to those at Columbine, to the world, that he wasn't happy, then damn it, that's just what he was going to do.
As Eric and Dylan stood by their locker, Lisa Foster, one of the black students from Eastern High walked up to a locker beside Eric's locker. As Lisa tried for a whole minute to open her locker - without any success, she sighed in anger. Her kicking the locker in anger got the attention of Eric and Dylan.
"Great, I'm stuck with a locker that won't open." Lisa said under her breath.
Dylan turned around to her and grabbed the handle of her locker and jiggled it up and down a few times, popping it open. Lisa looked with surprise at both the locker and Dylan for a few seconds before smiling.
"Oh wow, thank you!" Lisa said.
Dylan smiled with politeness.
"Sure, these lockers can be tricky sometimes, it takes a lot of arm work to get them to work." Dylan said.
"I can see that," Lisa said. "Um, my name's Lisa."
Lisa extended her hand to Dylan and Dylan stared at her hand, almost frozen. He didn't know quite how to respond at that moment. Such welcome introductory niceness was something he wasn't use to. After a few seconds of Lisa staring at him like he was nuts, Eric stepped up behind Dylan's ear.
"I think she wants you to shake hands with her Vodka." Eric whispered in his ear.
"Oh - yeah," Dylan said with a shake of his head and a laugh.
He shook her hand briefly and snickered.
"Sorry," Dylan said, "I'm just not use to - never mind. I'm Dylan Klebold. This is my buddy Eric Harris."
Lisa extended her hand to Eric and he shook it - reluctantly of course.
"Great, nice to meet you two." Lisa said. "I love the trench coats too, it's the gothic look, it's unique."
Eric raised an eyebrow at Lisa.
"Ok, what are you trying to be a funny or something?" Eric said almost with attitude.
Lisa's smile dropped.
"No, I'm serious." Lisa said. "They're pretty cool. You two look pretty bad ass."
Eric scoffed and smirked with a shake of his head as the school bell rings.
"Oh well, that's the bell, I have to get to class." Lisa said, "but it was nice meeting you two. Maybe we'll see each other around."
As Lisa walked away, Eric watched her from behind and smirked. He had to admit, she was damn good looking. She was tall, and the tight, stretch jeans and waist length sweater she was wearing complimented her toned and fit figure perfectly, her long, back length, curly black hair flowed effortlessly on her back. Her smooth, brown skin seemed to glow just perfectly under the ceiling lights of Columbine High.
"Damn, she's fucking hot for a black chick." Eric said with a smirk and then a shake of his head.
"Yeah, she's pretty." Dylan said in a low voice. "She's nice too, which is surprising."
Eric shot a look back at Dylan, surprised at his naivety.
"Yeah, all she did was introduce herself to us and give us some bullshit compliments, I'd hardly call that nice." Eric said. "All she is another fucking bully just like the rest of these Eastern High assholes here."
Dylan scoffed with a shake of his head as he and Eric walked away to class.
It was Drama class, a class that Eric and Dylan had to take, despite them hating it strongly. However as they sat in the class that was a mixture of Columbine High students and black and Hispanic Eastern High students, Mr. Ross paced back and forth in front of the class with a book in his hands.
Today's class was focusing on poetry and the assignment given to the class was to create - within the hour, a poem, based on the student's life, their ups and downs and - everything else. So far in the thirty minutes of the class, every Columbine High student had gotten up to speak out the poem that they had wrote. Now it was Eric and Dylan's turn.
As Angela Gibson, a Columbine High student went to take her seat after reciting her poem, Mr. Ross stood up from desk of which he was leaning on and sighed.
"Very good Angela," Mr. Ross said. "A+ for you. Now for our last two students of the class - Eric and Dylan."
"Boo!" One male, Columbine High student sitting in the back said, which sent other Columbine High students into loud laughter.
"He probably wrote about his fag lover Dylan." Another male, Columbine High student said, which once again sent the other Columbine High students into laughter.
Eric sighed and stared down at his desk with upset. There it fucking was again, there was that goddamn bullying that Eric had to endure.
"I don't want to." Eric said in a low voice.
"Well too bad," Mr. Ross said. "Because you either have to or you can walk to Principal DeAngelis's office.
Eric sighed and clenched his fist. Fuck he hated Mr. Ross. This damn teacher was determined to make Eric out of a laughing stock in front of the entire class - in front of the new fucking students from Eastern. With anger, Eric jumped up and marched to the front of the class. He refused to make eye contact with any of the students, not out of fear but out of a desire of 'not wanting', not wanting to be the butt of harsh, vile ridicule once more.
"My poem is called Three Libras." Eric said in a low, unenthusiastic voice with a piece of paper in his hand. "It goes like this, threw you all the obvious and you all flew with it on your backs
a name in your recollection, down among a million same. It's difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed and passed over, when I've looked right through to see you all - naked but oblivious, and you all don't see me; But I threw you all the obvious just to see, if there's more behind the eyes of a fallen angel, eyes of a tragedy."
Eric lowered the paper and shot his eyes over at Mr. Ross in anger.
In an instant, the Columbine students burst into loud laughter, which instantly hit Eric like a bullet to the chest.
"That was the most gayest shit I've ever heard!" One of the Columbine High students said in a low voice, which caused the Columbine High students to laugh even more.
Eric looked away, from the class with tears burning his eyes, they weren't tears of weakness but more so tears of hurt - more so, anger.
Eric rushed back to his seat as the Columbine students laughed more. Meanwhile, the Eastern High students looked at the Columbine High students as if they were nuts. At Eastern, they didn't have shit like that happening. Eastern High - which was primarily black and Hispanic was more like a family of students, where everyone looked out for everyone, everyone was cool with everyone. So to see kids laughing and shit at other kids was a bit of a shock to the kids of Eastern High.
As Eric slid down in his seat, he felt his face burning red with not only embarrassment but rage. He could feel Dylan's eyes on him, watching him, trying to decipher if Eric was ok or not, he wasn't and Dylan knew it, Eric knew Dylan knew it.
As the bell rung for the class to be over, Dylan secretly felt relief. He was 'saved by the bell' so to speak, he didn't have to suffer through the humiliation that Eric did, because if Dylan had to, he knew he wouldn't be able to take it, not the way Eric was at the moment. Hell, if what happened to Eric happened to Dylan in front of the class, Dylan would've rushed out of the class, run into the nearest bathroom and bawled his eyes out - like he had done so many, many, many times before - after suffering through extreme bullying.