You turned the corner to see him. Not again. He ruined your life. Got all your friends to turn on you, he called you ugly, told you nobody cared. He hurt you too. There was no escaping this. "Look what the garbage truck dropped." He shoved your shoulder, making you trip backwards, dropping all of your schoolbooks. You didn't dare say a word to him, he'd just hurt you worse, maybe find another way to embarrass you. Bad boy Clifford could get away with anything, and even the teachers didn't bother to do a single thing. "Ugly shit." He spit on you, laughing as he walked down the hall to his class.
You stood, picking up your books, and clenching them tightly, as you walked to the final class of the day, with a plan stored in your mind. The class went by fast, and as soon as you exited, he was there, of course. But that was what you wanted. Luckily, he didn't notice you, and you stayed a good distance behind him as you followed him to his house. You wrote down the number of the house he stepped into, and headed back to your house, where nobody would be waiting for you. ---
You entered the house, with a confidence you hadn't felt in a while. Going upstairs, you entered the first door to the right, and grabbed the key from under the mouse pad on the computer desk, heading over to the small safe. From there, you opened the case with a wide grin, and evil planted in your eyes. This was all going to end tonight. You grabbed the metal pistol, and the partnering bullets, gently setting them in your purse, and headed back out to his neighborhood. It was only 4 in the afternoon, but it had darkened already. You saw his house, and loaded the gun, then hid it back in your purse before walking up the driveway and knocking on the door. Michael answered, looking disgusted. "The fuck do you want?" You pulled the gun out, taking a quick shot, right in his chest.
