Gun in SchoolA Story by Chelsea
A gun in a backpack, in a school, what is to become of this?
Gun in School
It’s my first day at college, my nails read. They are chewed in jagged patterns. Nail biting, I resort to when the nerves kick in.
I am not nervous about it being my first day at college but simply my plan. Upon my back sits a backpack. It’s black and is covered in zipper pulls and key chains. Hidden deep within my backpack is a gun.
I try not to act suspicious as I move around these innocent people. I see so many pretty faces, so many attractive faces, it’s a sad to think that I’m about to shoot and ruin them.
I think about taking the gun and burying it six feet under the ground, along with my evil plans. But no, this is just going to be way too much fun.
My buddy nudges my shoulder, our signal for go time.
I rip the Velcro of my backpack open and whip out a gun. A nerf gun. it shoots its foam bullets!
Bam! I hit a teacher. He gets struck with an orange foam bullet. Another one knocks a steaming cup of coffee upon Dale’s laptop!
I’m going crazy; I feel my control being lost. The room is a sea of orange foam pieces. Sorry janitor.
© 2011 Chelsea
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