Song: Teenagers by My Chemical Romance
Mitch POV
That girl, she is different than the others. She is special in some sort of way. I don't know what it is but I like it. Maybe she could help me. You see. I might be planning something to get back at all the people who have been, let's just say, rude to me. And I see how they treat her, mean, like how they treated me. And I'm sure she wants to see them all disappear. Well, that's how it's going to be done. I will ask her at lunch.
-le time skip to lunch-
"Hey!" I yelled to her, she was sitting alone at a lunch table in the back corner of the cafeteria. She looked kind of scared that I noticed her. I think she thinks that I'm one of the people that will hurt her. "Please don't hurt me." She was quiet, and she backed up against the wall. I sat down across from her. "I'm not gonna to hurt you, I'm here to ask you something." She looked confused, not a single person in the school has talked to her aside from those bullies, and not a single person has been nice to her either. "Oh, what is it?" She was interested. I like that.
I told her my plan, she agreed and we decided to meet after school by the front doors. We would go to my house, make a plan, pick a day to execute the plan and watch them all suffer for what they have done to us. They will never expect it. But they deserve it.
-le time skip after school-
I walked out the doors to see her, leaning against the wall and smoking a cigarette. I walked closer and she waved, blowing out white smoke as she walked closer to me. "Hey Mitch!" She knew my name, but I never told her, and I don't even know her name. "Hey," I walked closer to her, "how do you know my name?" "Sadly, I saw the same people that hurt me, hurt you and I heard them call your name before they knocked you to the ground." Oh, we'll that was not the way I hoped her to find out my name. "So, are you ready to go?" I asked. "Yeah, but, wouldn't you like to know my name?" Oh crap I forgot. "Yes I would. It's kind of getting a little awkward calling out 'hey girl, yeah you' all the time." She started laughing. Her laugh was so perfect and unique at the same time, I love it. "My name is Charli." Wow, even more unique. "Hello Charli, I'm Mitch and we are running late." I looked at my phone, the time said 3:30 we have been talking for a half hour since school ended.
We started walking and around 4:15 we got to my house. We walked in and went into the basement. We walked down and she saw all of my plans. But she didn't freak out, she smiled. "Wow! So many ways to make them pay." She sounded just like me. "So which one do you want to use?" I pointed to all of he different blueprints hanging around the room. They were on the walls, in the floor, all over desks, chairs and anything with a flat surface. I was surprised I haven't put any on the ceiling. She started looking at some of them. Looking under other blueprints and on the walls. She picked one up. "I like this one, it will make them feel bad for messing with us." Charli looked so happy, she wouldn't have to feel terrorized anymore. And neither would me.
We spent hours going over the plan. Picking a day, time to start, and what we were going to do to escape. We picked next Friday, as people were finishing up making plans for the weekend, and we picked lunch because we would get picked on, every Friday, at the same time. So we picked 12:30 which was when lunch started and also our living hell. This was going to be fun.
-le time skip to Friday-
The bell rung. It was 12:15. Charli and I went over the plan one last time. And then the clock struck 12:30. Time to go to work. Charli made sure that the bullies were waiting for us in the cafeteria. She walked in, distracting them and telling them that I wasn't at school today, even though I was, they believed her because I didn't have any morning classes with them. While she distracted them, they beat her up, which she was fine with but I locked all of the cafeteria doors except one that Charli would lock after they were done with her. Before school started, we put gasoline all over the school floor. Some people want to watch the world burn, Charli and I want to watch the school burn.
After they were done with her, she ran out of the door, locked it and we met up in the only place where there were no video cameras, the staff bathroom. We had put the most gasoline in there. No one used it, so they wouldn't small the gasoline. We ran into the bathroom, went over the plan again and marked our escape route. "These guys won't know what hit them" I said. She nodded. I looked at my watch. 12:45.
We only have 20 minuets to light the match and run. "We have to get going before people wonder why the doors in the cafeteria are locked." She was getting really exited. She just wanted to feel secure again. "Alright. Do you want to light the match or shall I?" I asked. "Can I? Please." Charli sounded like a child. But I can't help it, she is so perfect. "Fine, on the count of three, drop it and run." We counted together. "1.....2....3..." Charli dropped the the match. We ran out with a trail of flame behind us. It spread throughout the whole school. Down hallways, into classrooms. We got outside just as the flames caught up to us. "That was close." She was panting like a dog. "I don't think I've never run faster than that in my life!" We caught our breath and dared to look through the cafeteria window to see what was going on in there. She grabbed my hand and ran to the back windows. We saw flames against the walls, people burned lying on the ground by the doors to get out. It was beautiful. Charli was still holding my hand. I looked at her and she pulled me in. Next thing I knew, we were lip locked. I could feel the warmth of the flames through the windows. I heard glass start to crack. I pulled away, grabbed Charli's hand and ran. I looked back and the windows blew out. Glass went flying everywhere. I looked back into the school cafeteria. The whole place was engulfed in flames. All of our pain was gone.
-le time skip one month later-
We ran from the school when we heard sirens. We got away and they still don't know it was us. Charli and I got away with killing over 400 people that day. Everyone who hurt us, yelled at us, didn't help, they were all gone now. Thank god.
THE FUCKING END GOD DAMMIT
