[ WP ] A young , mentally distraught high school student , weapon in tow , decides to shoot up his school before taking his own life . Just before the moment of truth , another student in his class opens fire on his class mates . What does he do next ?

This wasnt going to happen anymore. Never was I going to allow that asshole Cory shove me into a locker again. Whats even worse, is the entire school just passes by and laughs as if it were some sort of joke. If its not the locker, its the constant knockdowns during ( what is supposed to be ) flag football in gym, or knocking my books out of my hands and calling me `` dweeb''. `` What do you need those for you dweeb?'' wtf! Why do n't the teachers DO anything!? 
 
 I am a fucking human being, and I am sick of being treated like I am some sort of punching bag for the popular kids. Do they not realize that I am a person too? Do they not realize that their fucking lives are great while mine is pretty much shit? Do they have to spend their time at home hoping their dad does n't get drunk and beat the shit out of them, only to wake up and hope to get through ONE SINGLE SCHOOL day without being humiliated? 
 
 Yeah, well fuck this. By the time I am finished today, the entire state will understand that some people just should n't be fucked with... 
 
 This is like playing COD steroids. Heart's beating. Breath is shortened and erratic. Everything is first person through my eyes as if I am inside of a real life game. This is going to be fucking epic. There is my bag of goodies, right where I left it in the far corner of the basement. Plenty of ammo, and plenty of hardware. THIS is going to fucking epic. 
 
 Pulling up to my school now. Sorry for being late guys, had to write a good bye letter to my mom and double check that my clips were sufficiently loaded. ha ha. 
 
 Tony holds he door for me, as I nervously clutch my pack hoping that he does n't notice its `` full of guns''. He must have been out back smoking or something, but no worries. `` Im not going to shoot you Tony'' I think to myself. `` Thanks'' I say, as I head past. 
 
 Tony is the only guy who has stuck up for me in the past. That guy doesnt seem to be afraid of much. Fucking cool as hell right down to his Punisher t-shirt. I should have worn something like that. Esp for a day like today. There is almost nothing cooler than the punisher t-shirt, with the exception of maybe the three wolves howling at the moon shirt. I wish I was more like him sometimes. These future victims would n't need to to BE victims if I was. Oh well, shit happens... 
 
 `` Melody and Tony'' I think to myself, `` Tony and Melody''. She has always been sweet to me, and although really shy, has never seemed to join everyone else in the humiliating laughter. 
 
 At lunch... its go time. 
 
 And would you look at that, fucking lunch time baby. Grab my bag of goodies from my locker, step into the lunch room. I do n't see Cory, but fuck it time to get this party started. I unzip to grab my fully loaded 12 gauge to start off with.... and BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! WHAT THE FUCK!? I dont even have the 12 gauge fully out of the bag when I look over and see TONY lighting the room up like its Christmas at Macy's... I like his shotgun better than mine, I think for a split second and omg that punisher shirt though. 
 
 Snap back to reality. What the absolute fuck is going on here!? THIS IS MY fucking day! This guy is cool, not afraid of shit from what I can tell, and has often stuck up for me by pulling me out of a locker or two. Why would he want to shoot people? Kids for that matter? I look over at him, and he just smirks at me as he pumps the shotgun after each round. I just gesture at him like `` wtf dude''. He shrugs, keeps shooting and says `` Fuck it, lets do this ( smirk )'' 
 
 By this time I dont even have my bag in my hand. `` I do n't want to do this anymore'', Im telling myself as something catches the corner of my eye. Its Melody.... she is trying to leave through the opposite end of the lunch room, clutching her arm which is bleeding. BAM! as her back explodes and she falls.. NOOO! `` Oh My god'' Im saying as I feel my legs about to give out. This is the worst single experience I believe I will ever have. When I imagined shooting them, it was always followed by a feeling of pleasure that they would never torment another person ever. This was anything but that. 
 
 I have to do something! Its only been 10 full seconds since the shooting started, but it feel like eternity. I cant let this happen, this is wrong and I dont see how I could ever think something like this could be the answer to my problems. I walk towards Tony, expecting to get shot same as the others. I'm surprisingly not scared.. More `` Resolute'' than anything. This has to stop. Tony looks a bit nervous but he does n't shoot, most likely because A. I dont yet have a firearm and B. He can probably already tell by the shotgun stock sitting out of the bag that I was here to do the same. 
 
 `` I do n't know how this happened, coming to shoot these fuckers at the same exact moment'' He says. `` Dude, this is totally fucked!'' I say. He finishes with `` Yeah well, its too late now''. I grab the pump action of the shotgun without even thinking. I cant let this happen. By now he realizes that even though we came for the same thing, we are obviously not on the same team as of this moment. We struggle, with me trying to pry the shotgun away and him trying to elbow me wherever it will land. I do n't let go. Even if I have to kick, bite, scratch, I do n't give a..... I did n't even get to finish that thought when I notice he looks right past me and lets go of the shotgun. I quickly turn around to see that Cory had reached into my bag and obviously grabbed my 9mm Beretta that I took from my older brothers house. 
 
 BAAM! Gunshot as I realize I cant breathe... He fucking shot me! Im pretty fucking sure between Tony and I, I `` probably'' should NOT have been the first choice. Ironic though, cause that bastard is the one I wanted the most. He gets me first. Clutching my chest, I fall straight on my back. I CANT BREATHE! OMG, is this really happening!? 
 
 I look down and realize how wrong I was earlier.... There is something much cooler than the punisher shirt. A punisher shirt with a bullet hole and blood streaming out. Wait.. I was n't wearing the punisher shirt though. Tony was! Then I noticed Cory drop to his knees. Clutching his chest with a great look of fear on his face, I realize he has a punisher shirt on also... It too has a bullet hole with blood streaming out of it. This is getting pretty strange. I look over at Tony who was trying tobreath, but like myself just could n't find that refreshing inhale he was searching for.. 
 
 As the three of us lie here gasping for that breath, I could n't help but to wonder... Between then Jock, Quiet kid or Guy who was n't afraid of anything... which one was I really? That punisher shirt though...
