Broken
People make mistakes, lots of them. How come they don't get treated like I do when they screw up? Because people understand them. Thats why. They are surrounded by people who are just like them. Why can't there be one person who understands me?
Rick hid his face as he walked down the beloved halls of Degrassi. A lot had happened there, his first girlfriend, his first failing grade, his first kiss, and also his first fight. "Hey loser," an unknown face yelled as she knocked Rick's books out of his hands. As he bent down to pick up his books and resume walking down the hall towards Geometry, more people surrounded Rick and his anonymous enemy. "what are you gonna do about it, freak? Huh? You gonna hit me? You gonna beat me like you did Terri?" "No, I'm not, I changed." Right now Rick was terrified. His knees were shaking, his palms were sweaty, and he wasn't exactly prepared for what was about to happen. Not to mention his gigantic crush on the person who started everything, Paige. Rick knew he shouldn't hit girls,or anyone else really. All of the sudden more people surrounded Paige and Rick, then Mr. Raditch showed up. "What is going on Rick?" Rick didn't know what to say. "Umm, nothing Sir, we were just talking." Why did he always do that. Every single time there was a confrontation that included him he lied about it. He always saved everyone else. That was it. He didn't know what to do. People had taunted him, attempted to set his house on fire, vandalized his locker, and this was it. Literally everyone in school had turned on him. Why didn't anyone give him a chance? There was nothing wrong with him. He had a problem and he fixed it.
What was he going to do about this 'problem'? He couldn't let this one slip. How was he going to take care of everyone who has taunted him? He couldn't use a gun again? He remembered how that ended. Just a bunch of lawsuits and fines. He needed to cover this one up. He couldn't forget about anyone this time. He could use something big, something like a, a bomb.Rick knew what he had to do, and he knew how to do it. He couldn't screw this up, not this time.
Rick silently walked down the halls, backpack in hand. He had already snuck the keys from the Janitor's closet, he knew what he was doing. All he had to do was plant the bomb in someones' locker. Only, who's locker would it be. Who else did everyone love to hate. Who else had no friends. Heather Sinclair. Heather Sinclair was still out of school with Mono. He had the Janitor's keys so it was no problem getting into her locker, but with no one knowing was going to be a problem. Maybe he could set something off, like the fire drill, and set the bomb for like, 30 minutes, yes, 30 minutes, just enough time for everyone to get back into class and for him to leave. Now for the plan.
Finally he talked Mrs. Kwan into letting him go to the bathroom. As he walked down the hall, he spotted a fire alarm, here goes. As he pulled down the trigger, the fire bell went off. It felt like slow motion for him as everyone swiftly rushed out of the school not even noticing him standing right there. He wasn't so sure that he still wanted to do was he was about to do. He had to do it. He had to make them pay. He slowly put the backpack into the locker and ran out of the school. The bells rang and everyone walked back to class as Rick got in his car and left school grounds. He didn't know where to go. He couldn't go anywhere really. He didn't know what to do.