Oliver and Cassidy were deeply in love. They were in the science classroom, Mrs. MacDonald completely unaware of their intertwined fingers. Cassidy took one of Oliver's long, slender fingers between her own, playing with it. He was so beautiful, she thought.
"Everybody please quiet down." Mrs. MacDonald pleaded in a monotone voice. Nobody listened, of course; everybody just continued to holler and joke around.
"I love you." Cassidy leaned in and whispered into Oliver's ear.
"SSSSSSSSSHUT UP!" Donovan, the designated quieter hollered in Olassidy's direction.
"YOU SHUT UP YOU ILLITERATE BASTARD'' Mrs. MacDonald bellowed. She ran forward and smacked Donovan in the face. He began to cry. Mrs. MacDonald was like a rubber band: everybody picked and prodded until finally, she snapped.
The teacher pulled a machine gun out of her back pocket. She pressed the cold metal barrel against Donovan's forehead.
"NO!" He pleaded; but it was too late. She pulled the trigger, the bullet going straight through his brain. It went through his head, ricocheting off the wall and striking an unaware Branden who was bragging about hockey. He fell to the ground, crying out in pain.
"THREE CHECK MARKS FOR ALL OF YOU!" Mrs. MacDonald threatened.
"WAIT UNTIL MY FATHER HEARS ABOUT THIS!" Oliver spat.
"YOU NASTY PRAT!" Mrs MacDonald screamed, parkouring over the desks and taking Oliver's nose between her forefinger and thumb. "I've got your noseeeee." She sang eerily, ripping it off his face and devouring it in one whole gulp. "Ahhh, the memories." She recalled, looking up at the ceiling dreamily.
Cassidy stood up, her vision red from anger, her fingernails digging into her clenched fists so hard that blood dripped from her palms. She ran over to Mrs. MacDonald, who was brandishing a binder high over her head.
"SIT DOWN NOW." The teacher demanded, but she was no match for Cassidy. The angry girl slapped the binder out of Mrs. MacDonald's hands and then kicked her down to the ground.
"MONTANNA, GRAB THE GUN." Cassidy demanded, kicking the gun out of Mrs. MacDonald's shaking hand. Montanna picked up the gun and spoke quietly.
"I'VE BEEN WANTING TO DO THIS SINCE ZAYN LEFT THE BAND." She raised the gun to her mouth, slid it inside, and pulled the trigger.
Cassidy didn't care.
She stomped on Mrs. MacDonald's head, squishing her skull beneath her converse sneaker.
THE END
