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I never liked my name. What kid wants to be called Edmund? I am named after my great father, Edmund Roberts, a soldier in some war or something. I know that after today, we will have even more in common, we will both have killed.
I pulled my bag onto my shoulder and got out of the car.
"Love you sweety. Have a good day" My mother yelled after me. I just raised my hand, not bothering to turn around. Little did she know that instead of my physics and math books I had my drunken fathers gun instead. We all know that bullying isn't easy for any kid, all schools say that they don't tolerate it. I have been to my headmaster twelve times about it and nothing has been done. I never liked my stupid name. It was the start of all this. They found a hole in my defense wall and they have been tearing it down ever since. We had an assembly at twelve fifteen, I would do it then.
The day seemed to lag horribly after that. Lesson after boring lesson, until finally it was time. Jack and Luke were stood by the doors of the hall, I knew they were waiting for me, to taunt me even more. I tried to hurry past them, but I still ended up on the floor. Not much longer now. I took my seat near the back of the hall with those two sat directly behind me . . . just as planned. Miss Wilson stepped on to the stage. Her trouser suit as un flattering as ever. Kick, kick, kick kick. In the back of my chair. Over and over again. I wasn't even listening to what Wilson was saying all I could concentrate on, was the kicks. I slowly put my hand into the bag and felt the cold handle of the gun. I looked down and gave a quick check to make sure it was loaded. It was. My finger found it's way to the safety and flicked it off. The next kick and they are dead. . . . . Kick. I stood up fast pulling it from my bag. I pointed the gun straight at Luke's head and fired. The gun warmed up in my palm. Screams filled the hall, but they weren't loud enough to cover up the second bullet fired at Jack. A red mist descended over me then, I was just shooting everything.
I think I killed twelve people that day all together excluding the one member of staff.
"Why did you do it Edmund?" My mother asked me through teary eyes with chocked up words.
"I never liked my name" was my response as I climbed into the prison van.
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