A/N: I can't really introduce this chapter properly... so you're just gonna have to read it yourself.
Pumped Up Kicks (Acoustic) – Foster The People
People think I'm crazy. This 'poor twisted little freak', as Helga called me. But I don't like to think of myself that way. I prefer the term 'rebel' myself.
Everyone at school thinks they're sooo cool, with their fancy kicks. But watch. They won't be so cool when I bring them a surprise.
I remember when my dad brought me this surprise. It was by accident, actually. He was borrowing it from a friend, for protection from the recent thief in the neighborhood.
I respected it, and let him hide it. I didn't even think about using it either.
But, the thing is, this 'poor twisted little freak' was having a hard time in high school. People kept shoving me into lockers and beating the crap outta me. I had to replace my glasses twice in the past 3 months. What did I expect though? I mean, I am a geek. Geeks are always at the bottom of the social food chain.
But She was social royalty.
One day, I couldn't take it anymore. The bullying. I snapped. It was the worst day of my life. Everything was going against me. And, to top it all off, that jock was putting his hands on MY Rhonda.
That was the last straw.
I remember going home and taking the gun from its usual place. I put the safety on and hid it in my backpack.
And here I am, in the middle of a classroom, pointing the gun at the same jock who had his hands on my girl.
"Please man! Don't shoot" he pleaded
"I'm calling the shots here!" I said and shot at the ceiling.
Everyone twitched. Now they were afraid of me.
...Not my favorite drabble. Kinda weird and twitchy for my taste. But its Curly *shrugs* so I had to go out of my comfort zone. What do you think? Please review!
~darkangel1326