Middle School Massacre Part 4
“You bratty kids are the most annoying ones I’ve had in my fifty years of teaching. I’m going to get rid of you all!â?
He pulled out a gun and held it to my head. “You’re too late. Everyone else is already dead. All hundred fifty eighth graders.â? He smacked me across the face.
He tightened his grip on the trigger. I closed my eyes.
BANG !
I felt blood splatter on my face. But not mine.
Mr. Mulley fell to his knees and then to his face.
His fat body slamming down on the ground was enough to knock a lamp off the shelf above me. It knocked me out. But… through my last glimpse of that night… I saw his face from across the gap in the cabins. Andrew had sniped Mr. Mulley from the next cabin window.