A gun in a backpack, in a school, what is to become of this?
Gun in School
It’s my first day at
college, my nails read. They are chewed in jagged patterns. Nail biting, I
resort to when the nerves kick in.
I am not nervous about it
being my first day at college but simply my plan. Upon my back sits a backpack.
It’s black and is covered in zipper pulls and key chains. Hidden deep within my
backpack is a gun.
I try not to act
suspicious as I move around these innocent people. I see so many pretty faces,
so many attractive faces, it’s a sad to think that I’m about to shoot and ruin
them.
I think about taking the
gun and burying it six feet under the ground, along with my evil plans. But no,
this is just going to be way too much fun.
My buddy nudges my
shoulder, our signal for go time.
I rip the Velcro of my
backpack open and whip out a gun. A nerf gun. it shoots its foam bullets!
Bam! I hit a teacher. He
gets struck with an orange foam bullet. Another one knocks a steaming cup of
coffee upon Dale’s laptop!
I’m going crazy; I feel my
control being lost. The room is a sea of orange foam pieces. Sorry janitor.
A bit of an inside joke! But I hope you enjoyed.
In case you are wondering a Nerf gun is a little toy gun that shoots foam. You can buy them at toy stores for kids :)
Please review!
Oh and this is dedicated to Dale :)
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I loved this! ^.^ I love the way you talk about the gun like it's real until it gets taken out and the shooting begins. I at first expected a sad story about a school shooting.
Me and a few friends have decided that at the end of this school year or as a senior prank we will get a massive amount of people to start a nerf gun war in the school, haha.
No reason for guns in public places. Can create possibilities of bad things to happen. A very good story in the poem. I could feel the stress and knowing the gun was waiting for him in the backpack. A excellent poem.
Coyote
This made me smile and laugh. At first you had me worried about how the story was going to turn out. The very beginning of the story is painted rather grimly, but nearing the end makes you laugh. It was a twist in the storyline. It's a great story. I don't have any suggestions on how to improve upon it.
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