Prologue
I gasped as I ripped the tight plastic casing open to reveal hard, black plastic. Running my fingers along the smooth ridge, a savage grin lit my face as memories flashed past. They thought they could get away with it, all the bullying and beating and spitting in my face. They thought they could, but they wouldn't.
I picked up a small cardboard box off the carpet and slowly pushed the small bullets one by one into the gun. Soon, I told myself. Soon.
I picked up the loaded gun. It was light and cool beneath my touch. Swinging it around the room slightly, I smiled as the gun seemed to fit perfectly in my hand.
Soon they would know the pain they put me through. And they would die for it.
Smirking, I set the gun in my bag, hoisted it on my back, and made my way to school.
YOU ARE READING
If They Don't Kill Us... We Will
ActionIn a school shoot-out, seven unlikely people find themselves trapped in a room with no way out. Slowly, secrets start to emerge and everything is blown out in the open. So what happens when the school slut, the closeted gay, the jock, the cheerleade...
