It was Friday morning, and Eli was tired of being at home. He just felt exhausted from his planning and it seemed that today was the day. He looked at the mirror next to his bed and crazily smiled into it. Today is the perfect day.
His dad got home around 1pm and went straight to bed. The morning show always wiped him out. His mother was out at the grocery store.
Eli grabbed his crutches and went to his father's office. He silently opened the cabinet and took out his father's prized shotgun. He pocketed a few boxes of ammo and went back to his bedroom.
Underneath a pile of discarded cardboard boxes, he pulled out a black duffle bag. He tossed the shotgun and ammo inside and hurriedly threw it over his shoulder.
Morty is no longer parked at the front of his house. Since the accident, his parents let him keep Morty in the garage. He plans on fixing him up. It was fucking stupid of him to wreck him because Clare was being selfish. Bitch.
He slowly made his way to the bus stop and took it to Degrassi.
This was going to be the tricky part. Since the school has security up the ass, he is going to have to wait for his target.
He made his way past the tables and found a spot that is completely overgrown with leaves. He placed himself behind a large bush, comfortably propping his leg to keep his cast from pinches his upper thigh. He wanted to make sure that he was relaxed during this. Last thing he wants is to miss his target.
He removed the shotgun from the bag and loaded 2 shells. He snapped it shut and poked the barrel through the leaves. He thinks that people will have a hard time figuring out where the shots are coming from because he is hidden.
This is perfect.