Patrick had a rather annoying school life. The lanky teen suffered daily by the hands of the kids known for smuggling illegal substances such as narcotics into the school. Day after day, they would mock him by singing: "Patty, fatty two by four, can't fit through the bathroom door." Obviously the song was inaccurate in more ways than one, but nobody seemed to heed any attention to it.
The torture progressed as the weeks turned to months, yet Patrick wore a bright smile tirelessly. The bullies would chop at his straw colored hair and proclaim that it was time for harvest. They destroyed his school books, set his gym clothes on fire and heedlessly beat the poor boy.
Then one day, Patrick walked into school with a hand gun. Nobody expected the boy who always seemed to be quietly content with his life to do such a thing. Yet, his crazed hazel eyes showed that he was, indeed, not content in the least.
By the time the police had arrived it was pretty much too late. Patrick had completed the one task he set out for himself that day. Over twenty-five people had been injured and ten people lay dead on the school floor: two teachers, seven students and one Patrick.
After the incident, the school that Patrick had attended placed up several deterrents about bullying, including a poster of Patrick's once bright, fake smile with pictures of the school halls being painted red surrounding it.