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| By kat0510 | 2010-04-11 19:13:01 |
| READ ALL OF THIS ALL THE WAY THRO!!!!! Page twirled the silver hand gun in her hand like a baton. All thoughts in her mind were cleared. The 15 year old girl wasn't going to think about it so she would have second thoughts. There was no time for second thoughts anyway. She'd already arranged it so Kate and Jace would be in her 5th hour. There was no going back now. No second thoughts. Sighing, Page placed the gun gently in her dark brown bag with as much care as handling a bomb that was about to go off. She got up gingerly and grabbed her bag. Her heart beat slowly ignoring the adrenaline pulsing through her veins. All the girl could do now was go to school and wait for her 5th hour to come around. "Are you going to be in our 5th hour?" Page asked her boyfriend at their locker. It was passing time b4 the hour and Page's boyfriend, Nick, was reaching into their top shelf for his book. He glanced at her gently, his huge muddy eyes locking on her bag slung slightly on her small shoulders with curiosity. "Yeah. Hey, what's up with you bringing your bag?" he wondered. "You never bring it with you." Page smiled a slight smile with her pouty lips as if remembering a funny joke. "I may be leaving b4 the end of class," she stated distantly. Nick just shrugged and closed the locker. It was clear Page wasn't going to give any more information and they walked in silence. B4 they entered the classroom, Page quickly turned to Nick and sharply said, "You know i love you, right?" Nick glanced at her, startled. "Of course," he nodded, oblivious to what was going to happen in the next teen minutes. Page tilted her head slightly, her red hair falling down her shoulder like a ruby waterfall. "Good." Nick puzzled over what just happened as they walked in class and took their seats but was cut off as the bell rang loudly and the teacher walked in, her heals clicking harshly on the floor. Page glanced at the door just as it opened. Kate and Jace walked in, puzzlement clearly painted on their faces as to why they were boh here. Page got up with her pencil and bag and walked to the sharpener past Kate and Jace. The teacher glanced up at them with her hawk like eyes. "May i help you?" she asked, her voice razor sharp. "You called us down here," Jace snapped. The teacher opened her mouth to deny it but Page spoke b4 she could. "Actually, i did," she said softly. Everyone turned towards her in wonder just as she pulled out the gun. A mummer went through the classroom in a crashing wave. Page pulled out bits of what was being said. "Why does she have a gun?" "Is that real?" "What's it for?" "Why are Jace and Kate here?" "She has finally lost it." "She's going to kill us!" "Is someone going to call the cops?" Page weighed the gun in her right hand curious as to why it felt so right. Finally, she looked up and pointed the gun at the teacher motioning for her to go to the end of the classroom opposite of the door and phone while saying, "You, over there." The teacher moved obediently as PAge turned to the other side of the room and looked at the other students. "Everyone move over tehre with the teacher. Jace and KAte, go over to the opposite side. Matt, get up and join them, now!" A red haired kid, Matt, got up as the students moved and JAce and Kate sat down on the other side. The three isolated students exchanged wondering expressions and burning hate shot through PAge's body mimicking fire. "PAge, what is this about?" the teacher asked sternly. Page slowly turned towards her. Was it really that hard to figur out? The teacher heard half of the comments that were said about Page and she never stopped them. Now she was asking what this was about? Page felt like laughing. "What is this about?" she repeated instead, her hazel eyes flashing as sharp as daggers. "Tow years of getting made fun of. That's what this is about. Getting objects thrown at me. Getting jumped. Being treated like dirt for no reason at all and those three," she let out a bitter laugh, "Those three are the main people that have caused it." Page now turned to look at the three isolated students not wanting to delay this any longer. Students were probably already texting people telling them to call the cops before something horrible happens. "Stand up, Jace." Jace stood up. The whole class became silent as the tension heighted stretching like a rubber band on the verge of breaking with PAge pointing the gun at him. "You started all of this," she said. "I came to this school in 8th grade and you were the first to say a word to me. you asked me out and then told me that i was an emo and you would never date someone as dirty as me. No one talked to me bc u made me a social outcast. You didn't know anything about me. Just that i dressed in dark clothing. You had no reason to do that aside from making yourself look big and bad in front of your friends. "I'm going to kill you, Jace, just not yet. 1st i want you to suffer by watching your girlfriend and friend die. KAte, Stand up." The girl stood up looking Page straight on. "Jace told you to fight me. No ?s asked. You did it but i wouldn't fight back bc i didn't believe in violence. I didn't fight back then but now i am. this is payback, bitch." Page's finger pulled the triger and only a small noise erupted from the gun telling everyone that PAge had put a muffler on it but the bullet still flew out and hit it's targert. Blood sprayed like a fountian making the class scream. Kate's face was now torn apart by the close impact of the bullet. She didn't even have a chance to scream. Her body fell to the ground with a thub spilling her blood below her. Page doubted it caused her any pain at all. "You murderer," Jace accused, his word like a whip snapped acros the silent room. "Page, what the fuck is your problem?" Nick demanded standing up. Page's heart skipped at how icy his tone was and looked at him as if he had slapped her. Her eyes were wide with fear reminding Nick of a deer caught in headlights. "I..." she stuttered remembering how Nick came to this school last year and started to date her ignoring the warnings of how it would drag him down. "She's a fucking crazy bitch," Matt lashed out. Page snapped her mouth shut and rounded on Matt. "Shut the hell up!" she screamed, her eyes now hard with murder and she pulled the trigger yet again aiming at his chest. Blood exploded landing on Jace and mixing with Kate's blood. He looked at her with large eyes brimmed with shock. "You raped me," page hissed. "You told everyone that you got me drunk and slept with me and it was horrible but thats no the truth. You raped me and i never did anything about it. well now i am. Matt coughed up blood unable to talk. Someone whimpered on the other end of the class but page paided on attention. she watched greedily as matt took his last breath. "Bastard," she muttered b4 turning to jace and saying, "I liked you. even after what you did, i liked you. idk y i did but i did and u tore out my heart. u played w me and turned everyone against me. 4 what reasons, idk, but u seem to do it to alot of ppl. i dont want any one to have to suffer from u messing w them anymore so im going to kill u too. any last words." "I know its too late but im sorry," he said evenly. Page's mouth dropped open in suprise. those were the last words she had been expecting but now she quickly recovered and pulled the trigger w a word of thanks. page didnt look as his head jerked back w the impact of the bullet. instead she turned to the rest of the class. some of them were crying trying to stiffle their whines while the others were still in shock. page sighed. "This may teach everyone what making fun of ppl does, how much pain it causes," she spoke. "It drove me to killing them to get my point across. "Nick i love you. idk how u feel about me now but im sorry. i'll miss u." Page put the gun to her temple. 'goodbye,' she mouthed as she pulled the trigger and nick screamed no in protest but he was too late as he bound to her and the door swung open with the police filing in. The girl fell to the floor, the gun bouncing next to her, cutting her life short from all the hurt that others had caused... Stuff like this has happened. ppl have killed themselves, killed others, bc of ppl making fun of them. u'd think that we would learn by now and stop all of the hurt we cause other ppl but it still goes on. so i have to ask, how much longer? what else has to be done to stop this bullying? think about it and just stop it. if ur one one of the bullies than enough. |
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