It was school time, you had been busy when it all fell down.

You were now standing there, scissors in hand, in a bloody classroom. You had just murdered everyone in there..well not everyone. There stood dave, your enemy, at the front door of the classroom, looking at you with horror. You turned around and looked straight at Dave, grinning with blood in your hands and face, the bloody scissors in your hand. “What..the hell.” Dave said as he covered his mouth.