The Next Generation

Date: 6/21/2018

I had an opportunity to go back to my old elementary school and when my old friends and me got there we went to our old 6th grade teachers. I went up with only one of my friend to the 3rd floor since that’s where my room was. When we got there my teacher was excited to see the other student and not me since I was a trouble maker. Sure enough I manage to spill something and I end up helping the teach and my friend clean it up. While cleaning up, I heard this familiar sound of shots going down outside, my friend and my teacher warned me not to look outside, but I was too curious to care. I saw 2 students watching a six grade student using a gun and shooting cans. I found that it was dangerous and said for the teacher to do something and they heard me. But I also heard them too, they were coming up to kill the evidence. I decide to hide in the closet and on my way there I saw a paper with the name, “Hi I’m Somebody,” and again in the closet I saw a backpack who belonged to “Hi I’m Somebody,”. It felt like they belonged to me somehow, but that didn’t matter now, the kids were coming and they have a gun. Then I realized they might not just kill me but my friend and teacher so I told them to hide but it was like they didn’t hear me so I hid alone. When they came in the room I heard every single foot step. As my friend sold me out I could tell exactly how far he was from the closet. As he looked in I jumped right into him with a kick, I knocked him off balance, but he still had his gun, he went for a kill shot, but I hit the gun and it curve to my leg. Filled with so much adrenaline, i didn’t feel the pain, I kept going and I hit right in the head and still he held the gun. So I decided to try to take it and he immediately tried to shoot me again but I directed it up and at this point I yelled for my teacher and friend for help since I got two bullets out of him. But they stayed cleaning the floor as if they were slaves. He tries again to shoot me but I still directed it elsewhere, then I move in hitting his arm till the gun leaves his grips. I grab it immediately, but the boy grabbed the top of the gun trying to direct the point at me, but I was still able to shoot him right in the lungs. For some reason he wasn’t dying so I hit him in the head with my head and moved the gun to where his heart is, but load and behold he had a metal piece protecting his heart. At this point I was fending him off, I saw the other two kids, they looked at the six grader and did nothing. One of them looked familiar and I screamed at their stupidity. I went in, but this time, I felt a little more animalish, I bit him arm and lifted him up. Able to make it past his skin, he began bleeding inside my mouth. It tasted like trash, so I dropped him in the corner and held him there with my feet. He struggle and I spat his blood at him eyes making it sting. Finally I aim the gun at the boys head and boom.... My alarm went off