On Monday, I came up with the perfect plan. No one even knew we were friends.
On Tuesday, he stole the gun from his dad.
On Wednesday, we decided to make our move during the following day's pep rally.
On Thursday, while the entire school was in the gym, we waited just outside the doors. I was to use the gun on whoever walked out first. Then he would take the gun and go into the gym blasting.
I walked up to Mr. Quinn, the guidance counsellor, and shot him in the face three times. He fell back into the gym, dead. The shots were defining. We heard screams in the auditorium.
No one could see us yet. I handed him the gun and whispered, "your turn." He ran into the gym and started firing.
I followed a moment after.
He hadn't hit anyone yet. Kids were scrambling and hiding. It was mayhem.
I ran up behind him and tackled him. We struggled. I wrenched the gun out of his hands, turned it on him, and killed him.
On Friday, I was anointed a hero.
It was indeed the perfect plan.
