Life wasn’t perfect. School was crap and home wasn’t any better. Family despised You for who you was and school was same. You hated all those who hated you, you wanted them gone

Last couple months you feel another pair of eyes but not like others who were disgusted by you, once’s that admire you

You soon find a note in your locker to meet in an ally outside school. After school you go, finding a boy who smirked at you

“Don’t worry I’m here to help” he smirked holding a gun out for for you