In order for you to comprehend what is going on in my story, you must first understand me. However, it is impossible to shrink down details to read them in one simple document. In fact, it would take several lifetimes to describe me. I'm a 15 year old male. Yes, the one who got in trouble was a guy, imagine that. I go to a school that is in financial debt due to a scandal long before I got into High School involving one very greedy principal. Somehow he got off with a good portion of our school's money, even if the court says he didn't. We know better. Therefore, there aren't very many school activities that kids can get into. I, however, was a tech. worker for the One-Act Play group. I liked my job, it was working with the music and lighting. Not the greatest, but ok, I can deal with that.

Now throw into the mixture that I'm 173 pounds and only about 5 feet and 9 or so inches in height. Not exactly the captain of the football team, I looked on more like an outcast than anything. I started karate when I was younger, just for defense. It gave me a sense of power. I liked it that way. No one to get in my way, but I met up with some friends that could help me along the way. Me, Roach, Bones, and Boom-boom (bb for short) all get along. We're good buddies and share jokes with each other alot and talk to each other even more. We'd listen to music together and laugh when one of us was being stupid.
We'd do alot of stupid stuff together before this happened, not much has been going on since.

Me and my friends listen to about the same kind of music: hard rock, metal, and punk music. A good combination for me personally. I think they just liked the music because it was really loud and annoyed their parents, (for Bones, his grandparents). We all skateboard too which is a minor factor, but I figured that should be added to get an idea how we look and dress. Mostly all of us are in black. I like shirts with funny writing on them, perferably black. Roach gets nice brand-name stuff, so do Bones and Boom-boom. I have a lot of jeans. I dress real simply. I don't see the need to show myself up day after day. I see it pointless, but that's just my view on it.

Most of me is revolved around my friends. Each of them has their own personality. Roach, is the unclaimed leader of the group. His word usually goes. He doesn't really like his mom. Personally, I don't blame him. He nicknamed her 'Sun-goddess' because his mom expects everything her way and her way only. He has a little brother that he picks on occasionally and a dad that's pretty cool in my perspective. Roach is a person someone can look up to, even if he wouldn't make the greatest impact on your life, he would change you. He's a good judge of moral character and can be very determined when the need arises.
He's the one that got me into skateboarding. I bought my own board and (even though I couldn't do anything on a skateboard yet) I went skateboarding with him almost every day after school with Bones. Boom-boom would come every once in a while, but we'd go skateboarding. I was the most pathetic-looking skater there, but Roach stayed with me, even when he constantly kept repeating himself. Sure he got pissed with me, but he still tried to teach me how to drop in on a skateboard.
2 months later, I dropped in for the first time ever, and a week later I came so close to landing a rock'n'roll that Roach jumped up and shouted 'Oh my god! He's done it!'. I didn't land it, and winter has come to my part of the world. Now I'll have to wait until the warm spring weather melts the snow and ice to try again.
Boom-boom is more like an older brother to me. He picks on me all the time and always claimed that he wanted to beat me up until we became friends. Then he started to threaten me more. I usually kid around with him during our study hall. He would never really beat me up, but sometimes his temper can get really bad. He, like me and Roach, really doesn't like his mom too much. His mom is a perfectionist. She always wants him to live up to his older brother Nathan. Boom-boom is really strong. I think it's from growing up with Nathan as an older brother, Nathan was tough too. Nathan's a tough guy, but a funny guy too, and a nice guy towards his brother. He gave B-B a lot of parts for his new probe, including his stereo system. So B-B's got some really nice stuff. As for his dad, his dad is pretty cool, even if B-B says he isn't at times. His mom and dad are runners, so they're into exercise a lot. B-B isn't into that kind of stuff. I mean, a 6 foot 3 inch guy weighing close to about 190 pounds isn't likely to like his parents' choice of hobbies, but in the end, he's just cool overall.
Bones is quite an interesting story. He doesn't live with his parents. His parents are divorced and he hates both his parents for it I think. The only real connections like a family he has are probably us all.
Me, Roach, Boom-boom, and him. We're like family.
He has a sister that is pretty hot, so we mess with him for that, asking him things like 'how's your sister been without me, Bones?' and 'hey Bones, you think the carpet matches the drapes?'. He gets angry sometimes, but we just kid with him. Then he settles down and we go back to pestering him again.
One of the only reasons we tease him is because he's so skinny. I've actually given him a second nickname: rat. He doesn't seem to care, but he's just so tiny that you'd swear he'd disappear if he turned sideways for a split second. He weighs close to 130 pounds and he's 5 feet 11 inches tall! Now you see what I mean, don't you?

Well, that's all of us. Me, Roach, Bones, and Boom-boom, an inseparable bunch of punks.

All these are the things that I've noticed about them over the few years I've known them for. We're just a bunch of rag-tag, dirty, uncivilized, crazy misfits, each to our own purpose.

Another factor for what happened also heavily depends on my enemies. Most of which I haven't talked to in months, years from what I can remember, but now that I look back, maybe I just should have talked to them a little. Gotten to know them more, you know? Yet somehow I think that really wouldn't work out.
Well, one of the people I detest I actually used to have a longing for. Since I mean no offense to any of these people, I'll write their initials. MS is the girl I'm talking about. She's a prep, just like most of the school where I'm from is. She's a goody-goody and never gets in trouble.
EVER.
In fact I've never once seen a teacher yell at her, unless she was making a stupid comment in class which is normal for her. I'm torn between a searing hate and a calming peace. On the one hand, she's kind, generous, outgoing, and overall very nice looking. She's a brunette, about 5 feet 6 inches tall, dazzling white smile and kind, hazel eyes. She'd be a girl any guy would want.
Not so with me.
On the other hand, she's annoying, giggly, and just sort of stupid. A bad combination for anyone, especially if you hang near me. This is my struggle of love and hate. It's never ceased to this day.
TK is her boyfriend. He's a jock. Plain and simple. Big muscles, little brain from what I've heard. Personally, I think MS could do a lot better without him, but that's most likely the longing side talking. TK is your everyday jock, tall, built fairly well, dark hair, 6 feet 3 inches tall. TK and MS, the perfect normal couple. TK's also a senior in high school, MS is a sophmore. So it's a little out of the ordinary already.
Another jock enemy of mine, GL. He's a cocky guy. Way too cocky for his own good, because one of these days he'll mock the other team while playing basketball and they'll beat him up in the parking lot. He just annoys me... a lot. He always thinks that he's the best at everything. I know that's not true. He hangs around with a lot of prep girls, even if he doesn't have a girlfriend. He also hangs around with this kid named JL.
JL is a wimp in my terms. If I can beat them up, they're a wimp. I dropped the kid in gym class one day because he was annoying me more than usual. Then he started whining and crying and I got detention. I figured it was worth it, he hasn't directly annoyed me since then. But in all seriousness, if he hadn't already had a girlfriend, I'd swear he'd be gay. He has the most boyish looking face you'll ever see and he smiles like it was glued onto his face.. He even talks like a gay guy which is even more twisted. All in all, I don't like him, period.
JS is MS's older sister. She's a prep too, just like everyone else that I've named (with the exception of Roach, Bones, and Boom-boom). She does the morning announcements for our school and I just find her to be annoying. She's kind of the same as MS except taller and more 'mature' I guess.

Somehow now I think you have an understanding on my life, so here comes the story I promised you. I will not spare any details but those I can remember. Here it goes.

I'm pretty sure the day was the 24th of October (I'm terrible at dates and even worse at remembering them). I was having a normal day, first class was Geometry. Mrs. K. was giving us a loadful of work as usual and Mandie kept asking stupid questions. A normal morning, but off to a bad start already.
Second hour is with Mr. S. He's pretty cool, he's the kind of teacher you like and you can tell some stuff to... not all mind you, but some. I have construction with Bones. Usually we just goof around all hour, but I forgot about a project that was due. I flunked the thing and now I'm pissed. I stalk out of second hour and head to American History. It's taught by Mr. S (a different one) and he's another cool guy. He insults the preps which is funny. This class though, since I was having a brain block from second hour, I forgot some maps that were due. I had to sit through the hour seething underneath my breath.
I walk out of third hour to English... my worst subject, plus now I'm pissed and I forgot some more stuff that was due for English. By now I have the worst headache imaginable. My head was positively throbbing in pain.
After English I head to photography which is my favorite subject, except we're doing this retarded thing where we had to research for an 'Our Town Disgusta' project. I hated it. It was boring and pointless, and by the time I'm done with this hour I'm cranky, tired, and I have one fricon bad headache.
After Photography is lunch. Now, I don't know about everyone else, but our lunch is chaotic. People tripping people, people just making a mess and crowding around our lunch servers. Normally I would have just gone to the table where me, Roach, Bones, and Boom-boom sit and just sat down. Maybe that's what I should have done. But instead, I got in the chaotic lunch line and waited to be served like everyone else... well, almost everyone else. You see, after having the worst day ever, you get a little um... emotional when it comes to feelings. Well, MS, TK, GL, JS, and JL all cut in front of me. Now that I look back, it wasn't that big of a deal. But at the time, that was the final straw. I'd had it. I stormed out of the lunch line (to no one's attention I'm sure) and went to the library... the silent, quiet library. I got to work at once, I got into Microsoft Word and wrote a kill list (although I really didn't mean to kill these people) and I saved it.
"I wouldn't do that." Roach said from behind me. Apparently him and Bones both followed me into the library after they figured out I was gone.
"I would." I replied dumbly as I logged off and walked with Roach and Bones to sit and talk at our table.

Little did I know someone watched me write that list. Someone who I don't know to this day, though I have a pretty good idea who...

I took little notice to my 'hit list' and went onto Mrs. G's class with a little less anger in me, but feeling twitchy for a reason that I couldn't comprehend. I left Mrs. G's class and went to study hall with Mr. D. I went to the library so I could talk with Boom-boom and Roach. I found them and we started talking. I was feeling a little better until Mr. LF came up to me... he's the school superintendent. I followed him with a good idea what the problem might be. He told me that Mr. C wanted to talk to me... our principal. Now I'm really nervous, I'm chewing my nails, biting my fingers... I swear I was going insane. Mr. C came and 'collected' me from the district office. From there we went into his office. He stared me down and sighed like he normally does when someone's in deep shit. (pardon my French).
"So..." he said, his eyes behind his glasses narrowed at me.
"So?" I repeated, trying to act calm.
"What did you do?" he asked, his eyes still on me.
"What do you mean?" I replied.
"Let me refresh your memory..." Mr. C said, pulling out a small piece of paper, " 'To Kill List'."
"Ah... I know now." I said, I knew I was a goner, no way would I ever get to do anything normal again, they'd toss me in solitude or prison or something.
"Do you have any idea how serious this is?" Mr. C asked.
"Yes sir." I replied. Mr. C looked up.
"Then why'd you do it?" he asked calmly
Hell, I couldn't explain why I'd done it, it seemed stupid. Even as I played with a response in my head it sounded stupid Um... I forgot my homework and they cut in line not the greatest reason for doing something like that. Mr. C looked at me again.
"I've called the Police Department, they're coming down here now to pick you up."
I damn near died then. I thought my parents would disown me, hell, my entire family would, my grandmother's would have passed out and shamed my grandfather's.

After that, basically nothing was the same.

All I can remember was getting driven home by the police. I was allowed to go inside. My mom was contacted by the police department and I got in some deep shit. Deeper shit than one can hope for. I drowned in shit. I had no computer for 2 months, Internet connection: gone, suspension from school for 2 weeks, hell, I couldn't even go into my room. I had to be watched by my dad (who doesn't work weekdays) and all I could do was think about what I had done. The worst part was letting down my dad. My dad's a cool guy. The coolest guy. Roach comes in second, but my father will always be first. I can still remember my father coming home the night that I got in trouble. He was grinning ear-to-ear and had a couple treat bags from Wal-Mart. He walked in and said "Trick or treat!" He looked around at all of our off color faces and our stone looks. He stopped smiling and asked "What's wrong?" That was the worst feeling ever in my stomach. I felt sick and I hid my face. I felt so bad that I wanted to just go away. I slept really bad after that day.

But now it's the 3 month anniversary since I did my stupid deed. Roach, Boom-boom, and Bones all look at me now like I'm different, basically the entire school hates me,(since everyone like's MS, JS, TK, GL, and JL) my grandparents sometimes give me disappointed looks, my mother thinks I'm insane, the preps hate me more than ever, I've made no friends prior to this, and, worst of all, I let my father down. I don't think he'll ever trust me again.... Happy Anniversary