Morning. One of the best and worst times of the day all at
once. I got out of bed and got dressed, then went upstairs to get
some breakfast. After seemingly eons the bus finally came and I'm
off to school.
School. What a rotten place! I really don't like to be here at
all, except for chemistry, and especially my lab partner Alishia.
I know very few people, but everyone knows me, and I have only a
few friends which I see once a day.
The day is a drag, and up until fourth very uneventful.
"Hey, Alishia."
"Hi, what's up?"
Her eyes flashed as she said that. Her fragile smile glints
pearl through full lips.
"Ohh, nothing really."
"Alishia, would you please be quiet?!" shouted the teacher.
Alishia sighed a despondent sigh as a slight pouting look
came to her face, I couldn't resist.
"She wasn't talking, ma'am. It was me." I replied.
"Alright then...SHUT UP CHAD!!"
That got a couple of blank looks from the other students,
but my plan worked...Alishia smiled again. I melted in my seat.
"Alright class whenever you're ready you can go to your lab
stations and start number thirty-one." said the teacher, rising
above the din. We did what we were told and got to work on the lab.
I watched Alishia as she poured the different chemicals,
mixed them, observed them, and weighed them. Her movement was
fluid. I examined her hands, her fingernails were the same
length, all real. They were painted a light pink which glimmered
in the light. Her hands were silky smooth and decorated with a
silver ring.
"What are you doing?" she asked
"Huh? Uhhh, nothing." She caught me in a trance again. She
smiled, I melted.
She was about the same height as me, five foot five, with
brown flowing curly hair.
"Okay, folks. that's all the time for today, clean up." said
the teacher.
"Well, see ya later." said Alishia as she left. She was a
senior and always left five minutes early. I watched as she left.
She walked like she was floating. Despondently I cleaned up.
Lunch lines always bothered me, mainly because I was rather
short and people felt that they could just cut right in. After
purchasing what the school calls a 'meal' I went past Alishia's
table to get one last look. She was with friends, people I didn't
know but probably knew me.
I went to my place upstairs, across from my chemistry class,
and ate. Alone.
I ate on the west side facing east. To my right and left the
hall extended. On my left, however, the hall only went for a-
nother hundred feet. There it ran perpendicular to another hall
and made a 'T' intersection. At the top of the 'T' was a large
window and several students ate below that.
Suddenly something came through the window and the halls
light up with light as a loud explosion rendered me deaf for a
minute. Then the sound of panic, screams in every direction, and
the sound of more explosions and automatic weapon fire. Quickly
I scrambled to my feet and ducked in between some lockers and a
door.
I peered down at the window and saw a man with an automatic
rifle running my way, taking pot-shots at the kids who were try-
ing to run away. I saw my chance, as he passed I leaped from my
hiding place and caught him around the ankles. He flew face first
into the floor, and hit with an unnatural 'Crack'. His gun skit-
tered off to the side lockers and I scrambled for it. I needn't
have though since he had fallen on the bridge of his nose and
sent bone fragments to his brain. I killed him.
I stood with the gun pointed at him and watched as blood
poured from his lifeless face. Once I regained my control I
searched him and found three full clips. I reloaded, reading
'Guns and Ammo' really came in handy! I charged down the hall and
rounded the corner to the stairway to the cafeteria.
A man in his mid twenties looked at me, utterly stupified.
Around him lay ten or eleven dead students. Without hesitation,
and still running I pulled the trigger. His stomach burst in
crimson redness, as his face took a look of utter horror. He
doubled over and dropped to the ground. Dead.
I leaped over his body and zipped down the stairs. I rounded
the final corner to the entrance to the cafeteria, three men were
about to enter. I squeezed the trigger until my knuckles turned
white. With the gun at my hips I pulled it up diagonally as it
sprayed forth lead death. The first of the three fell face for-
ward as his legs received four blows. The second's side opened up
to reveal his intestines to the floor. The third dropped back-
wards as his head violently spewed fourth the remnants of his
brains.
