Charles had a bad day yesterday. So
that put him in a bad mood today. Yes indeed, he was in a very bad mood.
He wasnt going to take anymore shit from anybody from here on in.
Nope. Yesterday was the last time he'd be pushed around like that.
He grabbed his back-pack and turned it upside down, empty-ing it of its
contents. Scraps of wadded up paper, a notebook, and a math book
fell out onto the floor with a thud. He looked into the inside of
the bag, it had plaid coloring on the inside. He decided at that
moment that he liked plaid. He noticed he needed to put something in his
bag, something to take up the empty space. And he knew what it was.
His mother and Father had left to their workplaces, as they do every morning.
He found himself wandering into his parents room with his empty shell of
a back-pack. He went directly towards the closet in the back right
of the room ... and he knew why. He opened the wooden doors to the
closet and walked in, leaving the bag on the ground outside the open door.
There were three shelves above him and boxes of assorted miscellaneous
junk his parents had collected throughout the years. He pulled out
one of the boxes below the organized suits and dresses hung by his parents
so neatly on appropriate hangars of different sizes. He moved the
box with so much force, that he accidentally tipped it over. A thick
light-blue book fell out. He picked it up while adjusting the box
up-right. He took a look at it, tossed it into the darkness behind
all the hung clothes, and emitted a low guttural sound, of which could
have been mistaken for a low 'laughing'. Standing up on the box he
had removed he searched amongst the second shelf. He knew what he
was looking for, and when his hands felt the rough texture of the shoe
box he knew he had found it. He held it as if he were an archeologist
recovering proof of God himself. Slowly he brought it down, not to
disturb its fragile contents. When he got down off the box he walked
outside of the closet and closed the door carefully behind him. He
picked up the bag and threw it on the bed. He then walked with the
shoe-box in hand and laid it softly on the foot of the bed. Slowly
he removed the top to reveal a gleaming silver Revolver. He picked it up,
and dropped it into his bag. He ran out of the room, only to return
minutes later with a porno magazine from elsewhere, of which he also deposited
into the plaid-lined bag. He zipped it up, and tossed it over his
right shoulder. He was ready for his day at school. He was
ready. The bus-driver picked him up, and he sat in his assigned seat.
Alone. 30minutes pass then he is at school getting off the bus. He
goes to 1st period And falls asleep. Only to wake up with the
bell ringing in his ears. He carries his backpack with its precious
cargo to his second period. They watch a movie about the Angler fish.
He found it amusing how it used the natural curiosity of other fishes pertaining
to light to catch his victims, or as their teacher called them, its "prey".
The bell rings and he goes to lunch. He doesnt buy any food, he simply
sits in the middle of the lunchroom amongst everybody. This he found
amusing also, that nobody sat within five seats of him. Until ...
"Charles! Hey Man!" he yelled
Skeet, "Mike" by his given name, sat in the
seat across from him and looked him in the eyes
"Hey man... you got the magazine?" he inquired of Charles.
Yeah Skeet, I got something for ya he thought to himself.
He opened his bag and looked into it. The magazine lay open with
a girl whom seemed as if she looked directly at him with sympathetic eyes.
And on top of it was the revolver.
- End.
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