[ WP ] Two victims of bullying make a plan to shoot up their high school together . However , they both secretly plan to betray the other in order to become a hero .

`` You fucking dirty wetback!'' They hit me and hit me and hit me. After the principal came outside. I stood up, wiped the mixture of blood and tears off my face, and started to run. My older brother always told me not to snitch, so I never did. My older brother never got bullied when he was in high school. Angel Garcia was the coolest kid in school, I wish that I was more like him. He always brings girls home, smokes weed in his bedroom, and he even has his own gun. I'm just a short, fat, Mexican kid with barely any friends. I have one friend though. He's a tall, slim white kid that we call Pee Wee. He saw me walking home from school that day, and he stopped me. 
 
 `` Bruno! What's up man?'' 
 
 `` Hey Pee Wee. Why were n't you at school?'' 
 
 `` I did n't feel like dealing with that shit today. Wan na come over and hang out? My dad got me a bottle of vodka!'' 
 
 `` No man, I have a lot of homework to do.'' 
 
 `` Come on, do n't be a bitch. Fat boy.'' 
 
 `` Whatever man,'' we walked back into his house. His dad was on the couch making out with some girl, and we just headed up to his room. 
 
 `` Here it is,'' he tossed me the bottle. `` You can have the first drink,'' I took a sip of it. It tasted like shit. 
 
 `` Is n't it good?'' 
 
 `` Ehhhh.'' 
 
 `` Well you better fucking like it, because you're drinking it all with me,'' we continued to drink the vodka, and he kept calling me different mean names. He would always say he was kidding after it though. Then he showed me his dads gun cabinet that's in his dad's room. 
 
 `` I've always wanted to kill somebody,'' he said as he opened the door to the cabinet. He pulled out a rifle, and loaded it. `` Have you ever just thought about pulling the trigger, and ending a life?'' 
 
 `` Not really, I uh I got ta go Pee Wee. I'll see you tomorrow,'' I started to walk back, and he stopped me. 
 
 `` Hey! You know what? Let's kill some fuckers at school tomorrow. I fucking hate all of them!'' 
 
 `` Are you serious?'' 
 
 `` Yeah! Why not? They pick on you all the time! Plus I know your brother Angel has a sweet ass pistol in his room. You could use it,'' he was right. They did pick on me all the time. I do n't think I could ever kill one of them though. 
 
 `` I guess so.'' 
 
 `` That's what I like to hear. Meet me at the flag pool! Bring the gun!'' I walked down the stairs, and headed home. I walked into my brothers room. He was sleeping on his bed, I looked under it and pulled out a shoe box. In the box was a bag of weed, cigarettes, some bullets, and his gun. I looked around me to make sure my mom was n't there. I grabbed the gun, some bullets, and went to my room. 
 
 I did n't want to kill the kids at school, because I believe they did n't deserve to die. Everybody needs a punching bag. I guess I'm just that kid. Pee Wee was different though. He did n't deserve to live. 
 
 The next morning I saw Pee Wee standing at the flag pool. `` You ready?'' He asked me with an evil look in his eye. 
 
 `` Yeah, I'm fucking ready,'' I pulled my shirt up to show the gun that was tucked in my waist. We walked in the building. `` How are we gon na do this?'' I asked him. 
 
 `` Kill the first person you see once the bell rings. From there you will know what to do,'' the bell rang, I looked over at him. He had no gun. I had mine out. 
 
 `` What the fuck?'' I screamed at him. 
 
 `` He has a gun! Bruno has a gun!'' I looked into his eyes, then shot him in the head. I pulled the trigger, and ended a life.
