Today would be the day. Pierre knew. It couldn't be any other day, because Jacques had promised, and he still believed that the gods would strike him down if he broke it. Pierre didn't believe that this would happen, he knew this would happen, in the kind of deep down, gut feeling you get when you see a compost pile, and you just know that its going to be crawling with maggots. Today would be the day.

He heard footsteps approaching. He had considered bringing a knife to school, but he knew that with a knife, he'd be caught. After the recent shooting, they'd installed metal detectors, and made everyone, from K-9 (that was how far the school went) had to go through them, as the school still hadn't cooled to the "Wow, metal detectors, big whoop," phase, yet.

"Hello, Pierre." He heard the voice of Jacques, the tallest ninth grader in his grade, and the meanest bully. He regularly beat up Pierre for merely being alive; his mere existence infuriated Jacques. Pierre was the "Stupid kid who gets the best grades in the school," since he knew that all of the myths, and legends, were true. He had started going to a psychiatrist for his beliefs. He had kept going because of the bullying.

"Hello, Jacques." Pierre whispered.

"What did you say?" Jacques asked mockingly, "I can't hear you!" He shook Pierre, forcing him to look up from his book, allowing Jacques to see his anger, resentment, and fear. Jacques didn't notice. He was having too much fun to look for minor things like that. Pierre quickly looked around, to see almost every child there, even... her. Sandy. The one friend Pierre had in the school, also the prettiest. She looked on, with pity, knowing that she could do nothing to help him. He remembered... "Whatcha lookin at, you sonuvabitch?" Jacques shook him again, then, then smacking him, startling him out of his reverie. "I asked you a goddam question, bitch!"

"Hello, Jacques!" Pierre shouted! Everyone looked in horror. He had shouted in Jacques' "bad ear". His most sensitive point.

"You bastard. Let's get him! and a battle started, or rather a massacre, everyone, against him, Pierre.

"No! You can't do this! Teacher! Someone! Help him!" Sandy called, while attempting to peal a football player away from Pierre. Pierre barely noticed. He only felt the fear, and resentment, forever bottled up inside of him, getting loose. He noticed vaguely, through tear streaked eyes, and broken glasses, that they were backing away from him, in fear, and wonder.

"What the fuck..." Jacques said, backing as quickly as possible away from him.

"I hate you! I hate you all," Pierre screamed! That was the last thing he remembered, before he blacked out in pain.