So I'm starting a new school. As I had to move out of town a because my dad has work over here now. The school I am starting is like no other It has an occult club. Theres only about a hundred pupils. But there is an assortment of possible weapons.
Well anyway, I have been known to be violent but it all started when I was seven.... I was playing out in the woods with my " friends" and we were playing hide and go seek. And they all ran away and back to there house whilst I was left in a field late at night. Not to mention we lived on "the most dangerous street in dover" ( as we have free entertainment including murder) not lieing. I was scared for my life but this kind man helped me home didn't think much if it. That's when it happend my trigger word. I am damaged. Truly damaged.( if you get this gimmi five).
I find a trusty screwdriver... and put it in my pocket and wait for the perfect time. Who's first? Well anyway, don't trust me. My first fight ended terribly for my opponent a screwdriver to the eye.
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gory short storys
Randomrandom thought that evolved into short story's mainly about annoying people that are in my class at school