trevor went to sleep at ten o'clock

when timmy turner snaps

I can't believe this is the day. The day I prove to these son of a bitches what I'm made of. I refuse to even look at my sorry excuse for parents as they drop me off at school.

"Have a great day, Ev!" I hear my dad yell, sorrow present in his eyes. "Don't forget to take off your finger-less gloves and trench-coat when you get to your locker.

I glare at my dad, eyeliner proving to him that I want anything other than to fuck around right now, or ever for that matter. My mom doesn't even look over. She stares blankly ahead, a single tear rolling down her cheek. She probably knows, but I don't care. Try to fucking stop me.

I turn away from the car and begin to ascend the rustic staircase, a brown coating covering my hands as I get to the top.

"Did you wipe your ass with your hands, faggot!" I give my famous "you'll regret that" look and mumble in detail under my breathe how I will rip his fucking lungs out, all while keeping eye contact. I put my hands in my pocket, feeling a bit more secure when I feel the cold metal and trigger in my cut hand.

I can't do this yet, not now, I need to wait until the grand assembly after lunch. Everyone will be there. I look down at my white Nike dad shoes and long black-soon to be red- socks before making my way to first period. When I open the door, I notice that i'm the only one in there. Good. More time to prepare. I pull my gun out and practice my aim. I swear if I miss one kid I will shoot myself in the fucking head. These kids think I'm playing, but I have no lame-ass pistol, I'm equipped with a fully automatic machine rifle, and mark my words