Warning: Well now most of the bad stuff is done. This is just the epilogue of sorts. Thanks for reading. (

".Everyone in the building died, all 852 students, 54 staff and 34 assorted personnel. The blast had a damage radius of 200 meters, as the explosion propelled bricks and glass shards and various classroom materiel outward at great velocities. Among the dead is Presidental hopeful Olympe Valiense. Her body was riddled with over 200 bricks and countless glass shards, as she was only 150 meters away from the school at the time of the blast. It is suspected that she would have lived had not a brick crushed her skull as debris rained down during the aftermath. The question on everyone's mind, Tim is simply, 'Why?' What would push a child, especially one as bright as twelve year old Aeric Ritland to procure such powerful explosives, and to shoot dead well over 50 people, including his own parents? Will we ever know Tim? Will we?"

"And now, a moment of silence, for those who perished and those who remain of the Valentines Day Massacre."

Authors Notes:
So again, thanks for reading this, and I hope that if you choose to leave a review, it isn't horribly inflammatory or along the lines of "..blah blah blah you suck you should have your face fed to a belt saw etc etc." The chapters are so short because I didn't feel the need to write about Aeric having meatballs for dinner, or write long dialogues between him and his parents or victims or anything. And I hope that if you chose to read this, you weren't too offended or misled into reading it.