WHAM!

Ladies and gentlemen, the sound you have just heard was me being hit by a school bus driven by my manical boyfriend.

Correction: Ex-Boyfriend.

Okay, so, maybe it wasn't. But my heart was. You see, Matt broke up with me. I thought we were perfect together. I thought we would become high school sweethearts and attend college together, then get married and have three perfect little children.

It turns out that was not the case.

He came up to me one morning right before school, took me to our special little spot under the big oak tree, and told me-

"Mel, it isn't working out for me."
(In awestruck devastated whisper) "What?"
"Sorry, I can't go out with you anymore."
"But we're so perfect together!"
"That's exactly the attitude that has gotten you to this point, Mel."
"I thought we were going to be high school sweethearts, get married and have three perfect children together!"
"Melanie, I'm already seeing someone else."
"Mistress?"
"Sorry?"
"Oh, never mind. Who?"
"Caitlyn."
"She is such an ice cold bitch!!!!"
-At this point Matt's eyes have gotten all dreamy and looks like he is about to drool-
"That's right, Mel, she's just so bad...God, I think I love her, Mel. And have you seen her legs?"

So I walk away, leaving him to jerk off to his image of the Caitlyn-bitch in his head.

So I figured, if he wants bad, I'll give him bad.

I'll give him evil.

I'll put everyone's bad-o-meter on overdrive.

So, as I was sitting in Maths that day, it came to me. Like an impossible answer to an algebra question. Or something.
I was going to shoot Caitlyn in the legs. Not just once, not just twice, ladies and gentlemen, but twenty times. Then let's see if Matt still wants to salivate over them! Hah hah hah!

Then I sorta remembered I had no gun.

Then after school, I jumped onto the school bus, when I suddenly realised there was no one in the drivers seat. So I took the seat. Turned the key, and drove off.

Matt was crossing the road looking up at the sky, so I did the cleverest thing I could think of.

I slammed my foot down on the accelerator, and seconds later I was going at 180km/hour.

WHAM!

Ladies and gentlemen, the sound you have just heard was me being hit by a school bus driven by my manical girlfriend.

Correction: Ex-Girlfriend.

A/N: I have no idea....

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