That was all I had to hear. I kicked the guy as hard as I could without warning. He cussed a little but I didn't mind, I just wanted to get out of there. I scrambled to my feet and started to run out, but I felt a sharp pain in my right ankle and fell over. My head slammed on the floor and I could only see black.

Then the darkness cleared up and I saw that I was in the nurse's office. I sat up and looked over at the nurse. I cleared my throat to get her attention and she looked at me.

"Hello Sean. Please lay back down, your had a nasty spill in the bathroom. Are you feeling alright?" It seemed as if she talked a mile a minute but I could make out bits of what she had said. I laid my head back down as requested.

"I-I'm feeling fine. Do you know if anyone else was in the bathroom when this happened?" I was wondering if she had maybe seen that 17-year-old guy in there. I could tell by the way her face twisted around, that she had no idea what I meant.

"Where you pushed down? Is that what you mean?" She asked, putting her hand on my forehead. I knew better then to say I was almost killed.

"No, I mean. Who found me?" My voice cracked up but I ignored that. She could tell I was shaken up about something, but I secretly refused to tell her. She scratched her head, like a confused lady in the old movies.

"Well, I think that a teacher found you, but I can't be sure. Anyhow, you are alright, but you're going to have a bruise on your head." I smiled. I didn't smile at what she said, I smiled because I finally understood who that guy was that tried to kill me. It was Mike's older brother's best friend. I remember seeing them skateboarding together. They hated me as much as Mike did, although I never really met them. That was the weird thing.

"Well, since you are feeling alright, I guess you can go to class." She said, in a bubbly way that made me sick. I'm glad your life is good, I thought with another dose of hate. I got up, thanked her, and left. My legs felt like jelly as I tried to figure out what time it is.

I saw Jason, a quiet guy, walk my way. He was holding a nurse's pass so I knew he had something wrong with him.

As he walked by me, I heard him whisper "Geek". This made me furious. I had put up with everything and everyone all my life and that word just set off my emotions. I walked away, without saying anything. My legs now felt like rocks, stiff and hard. I saw the entrance to the school and busted out the door. I wasn't going to take their crap for the rest of the day. That was 2 less hours I had to deal with the tormenting comments. I could feel the blast of cold air greeting me. I walked over to this bush that had a large enough inside for me to sit in it. I planned to wait until school is over, then when people came busting out those doors, I'd walk home like a normal day.

I took out a small notepad from my pocket and a pencil. This is where I recorded my daily thoughts. I flipped through a few and noticed how I ended most of the passages with "I wish they were dead." Then it struck me. I could kill them. I remembered my dad's gun was hidden in his closet and he was never home. I could sneak it out in my book bag and at lunch, when everyone is in the same room, I could whip it out and kill them. The thought brought a huge smile across my face. The image of pure paradise without the faces that cause me so much pain almost brought a tear of joy to my eyes.

I opened the notepad and began scribbling down all the names of those that caused me trouble. The first name of the list was Mike's and I'd make sure that he'd be the first with a bullet through his head. This was not going to be the usual school shooting because now I will be the one without the pain and misery of others in my face. Forget my mom and dad and sister because they don't really matter. I'm like a child they picked up from the streets with diseases and stuff. They avoid me as much as possible. I know they hate me too, I can see it by the looks of their eyes. Even my little sister stays away from me like she'll catch the, "Loser Disease". I don't blame her though; I wouldn't want to hang around me either.

I heard the bell ring and I was amazed at how many names were written down. I smiled, closed that notepad, and began walking home.

It was only 4:37am when I woke up. I was too excited about the plan I had thought about. I could already see the blood gushing from their faces. As I got up from my bed, I yawned quietly. I turned on my light and rubbed my eyes for only a second. I was too awake to be tired. I walked into my dad's room and looked at the bed to make sure he was gone. He usually leaves at 4:00am but sometimes he sleeps in. Today he was gone, his bed still messed up. I got on my knees and looked under his bed. Yep, the gun was still there. I took it from the bed and returned to my room, holding its steel metal. The coldness of the steel made me shiver with excitement. I could see it was still loaded, so I carefully placed it into my book bag. I planned out the whole scene in my head for the hundredth time. I zipped up the bag and fell back asleep.

I was up even before the alarm went off. I got dressed quickly and went through the steps of the plan over and over until it was time to go to school. I entered my first period class and just smiled. I knew I would get messed with, but this time I'd let them pick on me as much as they want. They'll regret it once they are down there raking the ashes in Hell. I am totally serious about this, and I really couldn't care less if I get the death penalty for killing these people. As long as they gone from this Earth, I will be happy. I saw some people I knew that did not like me, and I walked over to them. I was secretly begging them to mess with me.

"Hey Jerk, get out of here! You're stinking' up the place!" One of he guys shouted at me. I just stood there, looking into his deep blue eyes. I wanted to say something, I wanted to warn him of his death, but I kept my mouth shut. I could feel the tension building up as the small group of boys stared at me, waiting for me to leave. I wasn't going to move, not anymore. I could feel the eyes of others burn into my back, but I stood my ground.

"Ok, class. Have a seat!" I heard the teacher call out. I was glad the awkward silence did not have to continue. I did not want another fight but I did want to show him that he can't just push me around. I took my seat and eagerly awaited lunchtime.

It was eternity before lunchtime actually came. I slammed my books into my locker and slipped the gun into my jacket pocket when no one was looking. I slipped my body into the bathroom where I had almost met my fate and waited for a few minutes. I was mostly waiting for everyone to get settled into the lunchroom, which takes a few minutes.

I walked into the lunchroom and looked around. It seemed as if everyone was in there, happy as ever. Now they will see the pain they have caused me throughout my life! I was so determined to do this, it wasn't even funny. I spotted Mike laughing with a few of his friends and I, too, had a smile upon my face. I just could not help but smile, for I knew his fate. I knew how it would all end and I was proud that I had finally thought of something like this.

I felt the cold metal of the gun in my pocket as I grabbed it. I pulled it out, faster than the speed of light. I aimed it at Mike's head and pulled the trigger, watching the bullet fly across the room and into Mike's head. He fell over and a panic struck the cafeteria. People ran this way and that, but I knew better then to let them get away.

"Get on the floor!" I screamed at the top of my lungs and everyone did so. I told them to shut up, but I could still hear a few girls crying. I gave them the speech I had thought out very carefully. "You all have my life a living hell from day one. I came here, in hopes of finding just one friend. Just someone to connect to and share a few laughs. To you all, it's easy to find friends. You have them in stock like at a store! To me, finding a friend is like spotting the gray fur on a white cat. It's nearly impossible. I have to deal with your tormenting comments day after day, but you just find it as a game to play. Now I've made my list of everyone who has caused any trouble or pain in my life. The part I play is somewhat similar to Death, I take your soul." I cleared my throat and took a quick glance behind me. There was no teacher or anything.

"Oh Lord, help me!" I heard a girl's voice exclaim. I felt bad for doing this to those innocent people, but it needed to be done.

"First on my list," I said quite loudly to get their attention. "Was Michael Hatchet, a.k.a Mike. He was the number one annoyer in my life. Now he's dead, and so many others lives will be taken." I took out the notepad where I had listed all the names. I thought I felt someone behind me, so I glanced back. No one was there but there was this spot where you could not be visible from the entrance doors if you stood there. I stepped back, onto the blind spot. "The second person to die is James Carlton!" I shouted. I heard a loud sob from James's girlfriend but I couldn't spot James. Then I saw him trying to crawl away and I instantly took his soul. I was amazed how this small item could kill a person so quickly.

I called out more and more names from the list, shooting them all. I saw a teacher enter the room from the corner of my eye. Bad mistake, I thought as I took her life as well. After half the room was filled with lifeless bodies, my list had ended. I looked around at the remaining lives and was amazed at how many people had not hurt me. I began to regret my actions but then I remembered my life. It was as if God had given me a sudden flashback. I saw myself getting laughed at and tormented from age 4. A tear ran down my cheek and a few students saw this. A girl that had also been picked on stood up. I had no intention of shooting her, and she knew that. She came toward me and took the gun from my hand in a gentle fashion. I was regretting every life that I took. I began to think of the families and everyone that had known these people. The girl came close to my ear and whispered to me.

"I was tormented all my life, but taking lives is not the answer." Her voice was like an angel's and it hit me that she was also suffering. I did not say anything but more tears fell from eyes. I looked up at her, and hugged her. I hugged her because she had also known what I felt and because I could finally relate to someone. We stood there, in total silence, just hugging each other. I heard the sirens of some police cars and my heart began to pound. I pushed her out of the way and yelled in a shriek voice.

"What do I do?" I asked her, hoping she could give me an answer. She just shrugged, so gently as if a baby was in her arms.

"Face up to your actions, I suppose." She said, and I knew that was exactly what I had to do. Only my consequences would be different then those of a murderer. I did not plan to go to court or to go to jail. I had a different thing in mind.

I reached up for the gun. The girl tried to stop me but it was already in my hands. I held it up to my head and sighed.

"Goodbye." I pulled the trigger and just as the saying goes, `I saw my life flash in front of my eyes.'

+I honesty enjoyed writing this very much and I hope you enjoyed reading it. Not to mention I recieved a 98% grade, 2 points taken off for minor spelling errors+