[ WP ] You 're a school teacher and your students want to kill you . Only problem is that you 're a kindergarten teacher and nobody will believe you .

I hear them. Plotting. Planning. Waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. My enemies surround me on a daily basis. They stare through my entirety as if I was already dead. The cold dead eyes of my kindergarten class locked on my every movement. They try to act cute, but I know. I know they plot to end my life. 
 
 I start each day the same way. My thermos clutched close, and giving them something to color to distract them. Their homicidal thoughts almost protrude my own mind. I can basically hear the every thought. 
 
 I try so hard to teach them. Day in and day out. My paranoia for my own demise is becoming crippling. No one would believe a 30 year old man telling them their own children plot to end me. I feel scorned, sickened, and terrified to let my guard down. 
 `` I ca n't take this much longer,'' I accidentally thought aloud. The children kept staring blankly. 
 
 I shook at the thoughts that raced in my head. I need to take them out before they can get me. I meticulously planned out an assault on a bunch of little kids. With shouts of reason passing through my head, I quelled those thoughts for the day. Only to plan further later that night. 
 
 Today's the day. I brought my handgun, twelve shots in each clip. Gives me 6 extra bullets. I never drank my coffee faster. I was shaking as my class funneled in. 
 `` Time to color dinosaurs. We're gon na learn about the extinction today,'' I told the kids as they went to their meaningless task. 
 
 `` God forgive me,'' I said weakly as I pulled out the hand gun...
