Chapter 1: It all starts
I sat on the bleachers, eating my lunch alone, watching the cheerleaders do their thing. The jocks were playing a game of football. 'They think they're so big, humph.' Thoughts of hatred flowed through my head.
Putting my lunch aside, I pulled out my notebook. It was littered with graphic drawings. People with their heads missing, their naked bodies mutilated and bloody. The pictures made me happy, thinking that these people who were loved by all were my victims. Adding more slashes to drawings, my pen is my knife, my ropes, guns bombs, my weapons.
"What are you drawing, huh, pipsqueak?" I slammed my black notebook shut. In my moments of happiness I didn't notice the jocks I hated so much come up the bleachers, I looked down at the field. "Are you dreaming of getting a cheerleader?" They all laughed.
"Buzz off, Stecher. I didn't do anything to you!" I whimpered, scared of what this guy with all the school on his side would do. His hideous laughing stopped.
"What did u say?!" He picked me up by the back of my black Smashing Pumpkins shirt. My black notebook fell from my lap and below the bleachers, white sketches slowly floating to the ground/ "What did you say?!" He repeated though his teeth, his words smelling like old gym socks.
"I said... good luck, Stecher... I hope... you... do well in your game!!" I stuttered. I was the worst liar in the world. The big brown haired boy threw my small, pale frame to the silver bleacher.
"You'd better have, twerp! Let's go!!" They all walked off, snickering. Stecher turned around at the bottom of the silver steps. "And, Mr. , pick up your shit, we don't want to look like your trashcan home!!" Laughing his hideous laugh, he walked off.
"Fuck you acne king!" I mumbled under me breath as I climbed down the bleachers, my black backpack open, leaving my half eaten lunch behind.
After I collected my crude drawings, I pulled out a new sheet of paper. Drawing a quick sketch of Stecher, the football captain and school king, cowering in a corner. I then drew myself, the lowly joker, holding a gun. Bullets flew from the small silver object, into him. Slashes covered his face, blood oozing from his cut open jacket.
"MR.!!!!!" A high pitched squeal came from behind me. "What are you doing down here?! You know it's not allowed!" Anger flew up in me.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Sherwin," I spoke slowly. "I dropped my folder while I was eating."
"Well, hurry up, and don't do it again. This is the field, not the cafeteria!" The short plump lady walked off quickly.
'Damn bitch! Always around when you don't need her!' In the distance I heard her shrill voice yelling at some other misfits. Shoving my happiness into my old backpack, I walked towards me next class. Behind me, I heard my name being called. I ignored it and continued walking.
"Kevin, stop!" A small, light hand landed on my shoulder, pulling me back. I spun around, smacking the girl behind me.
"Leave me the fuck alone!" I didn't even notice that it was Sadie, the senior representative and head cheerleader. I turned my back quickly, a recent sketch flew from my partially open messy backpack, right at Jude's feet. He growled, stepping on it.
