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THE SCHOOL BUS


There's this certain person that sits in front of me in my 3rd hour class. His name is Roger. Over the course of about 2 weeks, he began to get on my nerves. One day he made me so angry that I decided to get violent, really violent. I got up and pushed him out of his chair. He had said he was sorry but his meak apology didn't mean much to me because I get pleasure out of this act of violence. To further enrage me, his friend, Eric, tried to pull me away from him. That didnt stop me in the least. While Roger was trying to get up, I pinned his neck under my foot. I was careful, though, I didnt want to kill him before I could put him through much agony and pain. While I had Roger under my foot, I swiftly turned around and caught Eric square in his temple. The force i exerted on Eric sent him flying back through two rows of desks. That halted any further advance, or at least for long enough so that I could deal with Roger. I picked up my foot and lifted Roger up by his jaw. While holding him, I thrust my free hand forward and made contact with his neck. I hit him with such force that my fist shattered Roger's brittle vertebre of his neck and ripped his jaw out of the socked. Roger's lifeless body dropped to the floor. It was by this time that Eric had regain conscienceness. After seeing what i had done to Roger, Eric tried to run away, but all the fallen desks prevented him from making a proper escape. I reached out with one hand and grabbed him by his hair. With the momentum that he had, and the swiftness of the jerk I imposed, Eric's neck had shattered into many pieces. Such pleasure yet such pain. He too had died by neck injury. By now all of the kids in the classroom had filtered to the walls of the room and just stood there in awe. I looked around at the mayhem I had caused and slowly walked out of the classroom. From there I went to my car. The car started with no trouble, like usual, and I drove away like any other day. I got on the highway soon after I left school. I was fast approaching the familiar intersection of the two main roads, but instead of slowing down for the red light I just pushed the accelerator to the floor. 75. 85. 95. 105. My speed topped out at 130, just as the school bus had entered the intersection. I closed my eyes and dreamed about that damn jar in those dreams. what the hell was in that anyway?