Some Things Never Change: A Book Dedicated to Absolutely Nothing At All

School Day

11:00, time for first lunch, all 7-9th graders. Best to wait until the 7-9 group and 10-12 groups go to break. Then I'll take more with me. The keg makes a sloshing sound as I take it out of my gym bag. Full of nitrous, primed and ready to be set up. Insert the brass pin, turn 90 degrees, and the timer counts down. It's a bomb of my own design, using a large keg of nitrous oxide, ignited by a mechanical ignition assembly. Insert the pin, twist, wait for the timer to finish counting down, and BOOM! You've killed a crowd of school children! What's even better is the shrapnel payload designed to slice through a crowd like a knife through warm butter. The idea is that few will die, and many will suffer. The blast will only kill so many. And besides, the break pavilion is rather spacious, so I'll need to bring a lot down with me. I also have some nail bombs to plant at the other two exits, so they funnel towards me when the Big Bang goes off.

11:20......
I'm shaking, my bags are suddenly heavy. I'm sweating, stressing out and can't sit down and relax. I might just die in here. Set off the bombs and fill the bathroom with my remains. No, better to take a group with me, preferably a large one. 11:30. Time to rock and roll. Standing up, I pick up my backpack with the nail bombs, cringing as the glass casing clangs dully. I sling it on, and grab my gym bag, unlocking the stall door. I walk towards the door, and stop in front of the mirror, shocked at the gaunt, pale figure staring back. He's a ghost, a shell of my former self. He's a husk of what I used to be. He's now sickly and deathly unhealthy. Killing him would mean a great justice to the parents who raised him, though they hated him since his birth. The world surely won't miss him when he's gone. I turn, and without hesitation, walk into the hallway as the bell rings.

11:30......
First lunch is over, as the kids dump their trays and head to break. 10-12 loudly thrash and stomp their way into the lunch room, eating noisily, and making me cramp and ache with tension. I see many familiar faces, and they all deserve to die. Every last one deserves my pain.

12:00.
Break time.....
The bell rings and people rush to the pavilion. I head to the lobby exit, barring the door. I grin, as nobody is there yet. I walk around to the gym exit, barring the door. I then head to the exit that leads to the indoor football field. I see they have all arrived, and have flooded the pavilion. I slink my way to the exits, planting bombs with ease, making sure my detonator switch is active. I then head out and close the last exit, the Big Bang is outside of it, waiting. I sit awhile, savoring the moment. The final bell rings, signaling half the break period. I reach down and grab the detonator, flipping the switch. The first bombs blew by the lobby exit. All hell broke loose. People were screaming as they watched in horror as friends and strangers were savagely blown apart, shredded by nails. The second set of bombs blew by the gym exit, denting the heavy doors, but not destroying them. A girl dragged herself, her spine filled with half-lodged nails. People ran to the exits, only to find locked exits. I grabbed the Big Bang, walking into the crowd with it over my head. People screamed in mortal terror and disbelief, I was now a murderer and terrorist.

12 seconds......
They ran to the last exit, only to find it barred.

11 seconds......
People began piling up, trampling and crushing one another.

10 seconds.......
People still frantically clawed and continued to squash each other.

9 seconds........
I threw my head back as a maniacal laugh roared from within me. My work was almost complete!

8 seconds.......
I laughed because it was perfect......

7 seconds.......
Because it became a reality.......

6 seconds......
I laughed because I was almost done.....

5 seconds........
I was almost through.......

4 seconds.......
I was just about to be free.....

3 seconds....
It was my glory......

2 seconds.....
And my parents were both dead.....

1 second.....
And I.....

00:00
Am finally free..................

*Note: This little tale is not that uncommon. With all the school shootings every year, a terrorist attack wouldn't surprise me in the slightest.