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Walking down the halls she hears the whispering begin and spot the person she thought was her friend. Just another day for her. She has gotten used to the verbal abuse and stares. She’s different, she never had the pleasures of love or feel friends. Her black hair, dark eye shadow, and piercing make her stand out to them.



The halls are like a runway of rejection as she continues her walk to her locker. “Freak” is spray painted across the door. Instead of looking inside she walks away as if the disrespect displayed went unnoticed. She wasn’t going to let them get to her this time. Just then she is tripped by her ex-best friend. Her face lands on the marble floor. She tastes the blood linking from her bottom lip with her tongue. “What a bitch“, she thinks. The kids begin to laugh and point, as they enter the class rooms summoned by the school bell rings.



The day goes by in a blur. No one notices the tears that weld up in her eyes, she refuse to let them she her cry. Her forth period history teacher continues the abuse, by commenting on her appearance and her personal views. Helping to make her martyr in front of her bullies. She retreats into the comfort of the girls bathroom stale. Lights up a cig and relaxes as the smoke fills her lungs, and pops an ecstasy pill.



To day was the wrong day for them to hurt her, her revenge would be paid. The pipe bomb was still in her locker and so was the clips for her nine millimeter gun. She looked out into the hallway and notice how empty it was, so peaceful and continued down the hall to get what she needed. She slid the pipe bomb into her backpack and hurried down the stairs to the boiler room. She placed it down and it was sat to blow in 10mins, 2:45pm sharp. Just enough time to unload on her enemies.



Screams fill the halls as she fires shots killing who ever is in her path, reloading enjoying the sounds of the bodies drop. She reaches the front door and see police cars circling the school. Her gun hit’s the ground hard as she abandons it and walks towards the street. They grab her and cuff her wrists in front of her. Children run from the steps screaming, as she sits in the police car. She looks down at her watch, it reads 2:45pm. All the bodies appear beautiful to her as they dismember and fly through the air. She turns and faces the front of the car, smiling and happy for the first time in a long time. She’s pleased with herself and doesn’t regret a thing.





~I dedicate this poem to my protégé' xXxdeathchildXxXx she inspired me to write this.~