Damian

*I reach into my bag with a psycotic look on my face. I'm about to do something that I will probably regret*

(doesn't notice him just reading a book)

*I take out a gun and cock it. I turn to face the class. My eyes are red and filled with rage*

*I reach into my bag with a psycotic look on my face. I'm about to do something that I will probably regret*

*im a sleep like i’m always, and my long hair is covering my face and it’s brown and hazel eyes*

*I pull the gun out of my bag and hold it in my hand. I look around the room and I see you. You're sleeping, but you're the only one who hasn't laughed at me. You don't deserve to die, but I can't let you get in my way*

*quietly* bro are you pulling out a gun?

*grips bag tighter, staring ahead* ...Maybe. What’s it to you? *voice cracks slightly* You think you can stop me?

No cause I want to join in of the fun

*I reach into my bag with a psycotic look on my face. I'm about to do something that I will probably regret*

*I pull out a pistol from my bag and point it at the teacher*