2nd chapter: School

School was without a doubt a nice place, my friends were nice, the ambient was comfortable, the classes were easy and biology was the best to sleep, that teacher had the most plain look ever, fish eyes and soothing voice which could make anyone sleep.

And of course I slept as well and had another really particular dream, or nightmare, this time I was at the front of my house, the door was open wide and as I entered the smell of blood filled my nose, there was a path of blood going up the stairs, I followed it and in the end I saw the same long haired woman sitting on the windshield and by her foot my body was stabbed with a knife, the blood was spurting from the wound flying away by the window building up a sky red, the girl was there with a cold smile and eyes full of sadness, she was the most beautiful picture ever, striking looks complemented by a red background that made me forget my dead self. Still astonished by the looks I was frozen, motionless; that's when she walked towards the alive 'me' and said:

-Wake up you lazy b*****d!

Someone woke me up again for the third time -s**t- I really wanted to know what the  she would have said to me in the dream, I guess I'd have to wait for another biology class. At least I got to see another part of her, she was a brunette.

My day was too messed up already and it was just the first period, the flow of the time seemed to have changed, but I didn't get it's timing wether it was faster or slower. It was breaktime so I left the classroom and met up with some friends, the chat was flowing soundly as I interacted we ended up in an interesting topic: 

-Hey, has anyone here ever handled a gun?

Of course I recalled my dreams and with that my answear was:

-Why guns? You can easily disarm and kill using your bare-hands...

They laughed of course, that's because they didn't know how to use their own hands.

"It's all about momentum" my krav maga coach used to say, "your hand must be quick, but heavy; swift yet firm so you can break though your adversary guard" my boxe teacher used to say. As long as your mind can, your body can as well. It's sad that the mind has the 0,3 seconds reaction time limitation if there wasn't we would be able to even dodge bullets.

Breaktime ended so time for more classes, physics was the subject in question, the teacher was talking about ballistics, speed, angle, resistance, it was rather interesting to see a movement of a body and of course bullets, their simplicity is horrendous and that's what made them mortal but with easy understanding comes easy solutions, weapons can only kill in straight lines, from A to B.

In the middle of the class my cellphone started to shake, an unknown caller, and as I answered the phone the other turned off -I hate when people do that- the teacher saw me with the cellphone and as he was a heartless b*****d he threw me out of class directly into coordination.

Sitting there on those depressing hard seats I was waiting the director so he could say: "okay, I don't need to see you here". Someone entered the waiting room -her name was Mary- she just put her hands on the receptionists counter and said:

-I have to leave, I'm not feeling very well.

And as she passed by me for the second time I realized she reeked gunpowder, why was she reeking gunpowder? Well, I guess I'd have to find out about that so I followed her ignoring the fat angry receptionist.