September 13, 2006
2:22 am
Kimveer Gill couldn't sleep.
He had planned to start this onslaught, at his former College he attended to, for quite some time.
Kimveer Gill was 6 foot 1. Brown eyes. Of Punjabi/Indian descent. 25 years old. Black hair. Weighed about 150 pounds.
"I need to make up my mind, if I really want to do this or not..." Gill said to himself, in his room.
Kimveer Gill had only 17 friends on his MySpace page. The only true friend he had was Rajiv Rajan.
Gill didn't feel like using his laptop, and web browsing at 2 in the morning.
A flushing toilet could be heard, down the hallway.
Thankfully for Gill, the door to his room was completely closed and the light in his room was turned off, except for his glow-in-the-dark vampire poster.
The light, lit up a neon-green hue, with just enough Gill could write a manifesto down, before his shooting could commence.
Kimveer Gill was having writer's block and couldn't come up with anything. He just laid down on his bed, unable to go back to sleep.
September 13, 2006
3:22 am
Approximatively one hour had passed, since Gill woke up.
He immediately felt an urge to articulate something down.
"Woke up 30 minutes ago. I hate having to wait for my contact lens cases to air dry, cuz' they're just sitting on my desk now, looking messy and all. Lemme go see what's to eat…. eggs and toast. yum."
"Glasses are for pansies." Kill said to himself, as he hated wearing the forensic optics.
Kimveer Gill continued writing down, in his journal.
"Sorry Mom and rest of family." Kimveer, struggling with fatigue, sleep deprivation and anxiety from waking up.
Kimveer, looked back at the first page of his journal.
It was him, listing his five favorite movies.
The list was as follows.
1. V for Vendetta
2. Romeo and Juliet
3. Edward Scissorhands
4. The Crow
5. Bram Stokers Dracula
Kimveer, turned over to page two and it was just a one, noted sentence written down.
"I want to smile but I can't" was all that was conveyed on page 2.
Kimveer finally decided to turn his laptop on, diverting his attention with closing his journal while his laptop was turning on.
Some documents that Kimveer wrote down on his computer, saved to his desktop start up screen, was as follows.
"How can the police arrest this young rebel, and send him to jail? He hasn't done anything wrong. Many teenagers feel isolated and alone, and for such a reason they may create an imaginary reality with..."
Kimveer wrote that down in a Word document titled "Teen arrested in Washington plot". Written on April 25, 2006.
A second document on Gill's desktop, read as follows.
"Why would the student face disciplinary action?
It's just a joke...we're sending our kids to jail and ruining their lives over silly childhood pranks.
The governments really going over board...
It's time to take the power back."
The Word document was titled "Jokethreat in Pennsylvania" on April 22, 2006.
Kimveer closed the top to his laptop closed and let out a hefty sigh.
Kimveer rubbed his chiseled, long jaw and cheekbones, on the verge crying.
Kimveer's firearms were already loaded, hiding in the trunk of his car.
A 9mm Baretta rifle, A .45 caliber, glock and shotgun were the corresponding weapons, Gill had ideally wanted to use for his onslaught.
Kill had purchased the guns from Club de Tir Ville St-Pierre.
"I'll be ready in a few hours. No way to feel spiteful about this." Kimveer said to himself, placing his laptop and journal, on the floor in his room.
September 13, 2006
7:12 am
All three members of the Kill family had woken up.
Kimveer had token off, for his destination and plan to shoot up the Dawson College.
Both of his parents - Parvinder Gill (his mom) and Gurinder Gill (his dad) were up, just gossiping to the start of the day.
"You do know, our boy has HIS guns, that he used OUR money in the trunk of his car, right?" Gurinder said to Parvinder.
"I never even thought to take away the guns because he just wasn't like that. He never hurt anyone." Parvinder replied.
"I hope your right..." Gurinder said, in conversation.
September 13, 2006
12:35 pm
Jason and Matt had been best friends since third grade for 13 years in 1997. Both of them are now College freshman.
Both of them, were bickering over Matt's girlfriend Savannah "Hannah" Reynolds not promising a gift for Jason's birthday.
Both of them were sitting in the cafeteria of the Dawson College.
"You just wanna go our separate ways, Jayce?" Matt said, annoyed with Jason.
"It's not what you do, it's what you say. I can't believe we're fighting over something so insipid." Jason replied to Matt.
"When's your next class?" Matt asked Jason.
"In 5 minutes. I'll be out in the hallway, waiting for the teacher to arrive." Jason said, rolling his eyes.
"Okay Jayce. I'll be outside smoking a cigarette, during the smoker's pit." Matt replied.
The two glance passing looks at each other, as they knew their friendship was slowly, crumbling apart.
Jason went down the main hallway for his next class.
Matt went outside, the cafeteria to smoke a cigarette.
Savannah "Hannah" Reynolds had just arrived to the college, to consult and chat with her boyfriend, Matt.
"Hey where's Jason at?" Savannah asked Matt.
"Jason's in the hallway for his next class."
Savannah, looked over Matt in annoyance, considering the two of them are great friends and usually don't bicker.
"While here I am Matt, sitting in the cafeteria with him, going outside to smoke a cigarette. And then you showed up." Matt talking in first person to Savannah.
"Why are you talking, so past tense?" Savannah said, looked irked by Matt's response to her.
"Whatever. Let's just smoke. I need to go pee. Let me go find a bush somewhere to urine at." Matt, said tossing his cigarette to the ground.
"Like we're third grade again." Savannah sighed and said, following by his side.
September 13, 2006
12:40 pm
Kimveer Gill had just arrived to the Dawson College.
Kimveer made a beeline for the cafeteria.
Matt, Jason and Savannah were lucky.
Less than five minutes later, where the three of them were at?
Boom.
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With no regret whatsoever, Kimveer Gill had killed one person, Anastasia De Sousa and wounding nineteen others.
September 13, 2006
12:48 pm
Approximately eight minutes, after Kimveer had started his charade, with no motive ever given or acknowledged?
Gill points his shotgun, directly to his head.
With one shot to his head, Kimveer Gill was dead and committed suicide.