Scary Short Story
Scary Short StoryIt was a Friday night, snowing. It was odd weather for March. One week earlier it was 60 degrees, now it’s snowing. She got ready for school, god she hated school. Sometimes thoughts of blowing it up or shooting it up crossed her mind. Then the realization of columbine came, not a good idea. Showering, dressing, and finally makeup. The two-hour process that happened every morning.
She was kind of happy; today she knew her English teacher was not going to be in school. Substitute, but all the good substitutes had left, scared away from the kids. As she strolled into school she didn’t find her boyfriend waiting for her, not odd seeings how he was always late anyways. She went to her first period class, boring as usual. She thought to herself how strange it was that school wasn’t canceled, there was an inch of snow on the ground. “Good,” she thought to herself. The class seemed like it could not get any longer. When the bell rang she realized her boyfriend had not some in. She thought it was odd; today could not go right without him.
Lunchtime rolled around, her and most of her friends’ favorite time of day. They got to socialize without being yelled at. Her boyfriend finally showed up. She asked where he was, and he responded, “Packing.” She knew what this meant; the day was going much smoother. As the couple left lunch they looked at each other and said, “6th period.” She waited and waited the next period until it finally came, 6th period. Most people thought it was odd she was carrying a sports bag, she didn’t play sports, nor was she going to a friend’s house. As the second bell rang, the girl wasn’t in the classroom, neither was her boyfriend. Her best friend thought it was weird that she hadn’t shown up to give her a kiss, although some people found that to be kind of lesbian.
10 minutes into the class everyone wondered where she was, then it happened. Sounds, like trucks hitting the sides of walls at 120 mph, lots of them, then explosions. It sounded like WWII outside, complete with screams and death. The girl and her boyfriend had opened fire on the school, going from room to room with automatic weapons, made from antique guns that had been modified by only an expert. They had made homemade pipe bombs. Pieces of metal fencepost filled with solid ox and sugar, capped, fused, and waxed. As they shot up the school they each saved two clips for people they really hated, the people that would not leave them alone. It was like columbine, even though it’s not what they wanted....
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