Gun in SchoolA Story by ChelseaA 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. © 2011 ChelseaAuthor's Note
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42 Reviews Added on February 24, 2011 Last Updated on February 24, 2011 Tags: nerf gun, foam bullets AuthorChelseaCanadaAboutPoetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. - Carl Sandburg Hello! Thank you for checkin’ out my page on the café! My name is Chelsea or Chels. I’m fifteen years old, your .. more..Writing
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