Westfeild highschool

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by worldstar0987

by worldstar0987

I'm gonna do it.
I can't take it anymore!
Tomorrow's the day, I'm gonna pack up my stuff and get ready, show those pieces of shit what I think about them. My heart is beating so hard I can feel it in my throat. I know this is wrong but after all those people have done, it seems like the right thing to do, and right now I just don't care anymore.

(Next morning)

I'm so ready for this I've been planning all week. I've prepared for the noble war.
I'm calm.
Maybe too calm for what I am about to do, but that doesn't matter. Nothing matters anymore. I know the secret, I know what no one else does. I know what's coming, and no one can stop me, including myself . I kill people I like, but in this case, I can't stand these people, so get ready for all hell to break loose. All these people are is high school Jocks, Cheerleaders. and Preps who find ways to waste their time bullying the lower classes, and somehow they think it's the funniest thing in the world. Well, I'll show them, and believe me, they won't be laughing for long.

(Westfield)

I'm walking through the hall, face painted, ready to kill. I walk into a History class and just start shooting in every direction, I'm pretty sure I've already killed a few of people. I don't feel bad, honestly, I don't feel anything, some of them beg for their life, I just continue to shoot. I try to walk into the library seeing that the jock I want revenge on just ran in there like the coward he is. I try to open the door but it's locked and barricaded. There's two doors to the library so I try the other one, to my surprise it's unlocked and now the only thing standing in my way is the pathetic librarian. I shoot 5 times and the door opens. I'm calm looking for them. I'm patient for them to come out. Some are brave, they think they can stop me. They are wrong, they can't do a thing to stop me. The nerd who got a scholarship to some college this year comes out, I shoot and I couldn't care Less if he dies but I hope he does.
I still haven't found the jock or the cheerleader, I need to find them. I walk past the librarians desk and again just to my luck the jock comes out I shoot 3 times and hit him in the chest each time. I know the cheerleader is with him, I reload and I shoot. I keep shooting like there's no tomorrow. And then I leave like nothing ever happened. Like I didn't just shoot up my school and kill my fellow classmates.
I feel nothing.
I have become comfortably numb