It was a warm summer evening in Vietnam. Mr Ernest had just finished his duties in the war and was returning back to Canada to live his life out as a priest. he drank at the bar with his fellow comrade with them. " so what are you doing when you get back to North America?" Ernest said while taking a drink. " Maybe I won't go back to North America, maybe just stay here" Jack said to Ernest. " your choice bud" Ernest said. At that moment a Vietnamese lady walked into the bar. "You!" the lady said. The lady pointed at Jack. " what do you want?" Jack said. the lady pointed at her stomach, she was pregnant.
"You did this to me Jack!" the lady yelled. " I don't give a damn I'm leaving tomorrow" Jack said in a calm voice. " no, you will pay for just leaving me here!" The lady said. the lady smashed a bottle onto a chair and made it into a knife. she charged. Jack, but Jack didn't even realize it until she was two feet away from him. Jack took out his pistol and shot the lady dead in her tracks. " what the hell man she had a kid!" Ernest said. " I don't care, she shouldn't have charged at me" Jack said. The two men looked at the dead lady.
20 years later Ernest would be teaching at a school in Canada. Every tenth day of each month he would have a dream about that same moment he had with Jack. but this time he thought it was real again. Mr. Ernest walked into the school, he wore his outfit that he wore when he was in Vietnam. the ladies at the front desk said hi to him but he didn't say anything back to them. He walked up the stairs his boots had the shoelace is undone. he looked raggedy. many people in the school thought he was a homeless man. as you walked into a classroom he put his backpack on the ground and sat in his desk. In his mind he thought he was back in Vietnam.
When his first class was in the classroom he began teaching them about Jesus and how we are children of him. Must have talked for hours because when he was done talkin it was 3rd block. The students were somewhat fearful of Mr. Ernest. He did seem like himself that day. as the last class of the morning walked into his classroom, Ernest had a memory of the war. he thought about how the Vietnamese hit in the trees and how in a few seconds his whole Squad was wiped out. the students sat there thinking to themselves why doesn't the teacher start teaching the lesson. Ernest looked at the students with coldness in his eyes. " you alright sir?" Brandon asked. then in the future seconds Ernest opened up his backpack, inside was a pistol, the same weapon that killed that lady all those years ago. you loaded the pistol and hold it. class looked in fear of what would happen next. " they're in the trees!" Ernest said. then Earnest and his pistol fired at Brandon and fired a shot. Earnest missed, the whole class began to run to the exit of the classroom. Ernest began to shoot at the class students, he was only able to wound one of them and none of them died.
the only student that was wounded was Jean. He was shot in the leg. He moved his body out of the classroom. Ernest went to the dying student. aimed his pistol. but then there was a shot where somebody fell to the ground. Ernest had died. He was shot by Rhylle. " Why did it have to be this day Ernest" Rhylle said to the lifeless body. Then Jean grabbed Ernest's gun and shot Rhylle. Jean looked at the two bodies and waited for the police to come.
