School Daze

“...so class, see you next Monday and I hope that you have a good weekend.” I groaned. Cheerilee always forgot that there was more to class than just one lesson and a send off. She wasn’t the worst teacher I had, but I think she might have been forgetful.

Cheerilee turned as I closed the door. “Babs, do you have a office pass?”

“Yeah, here it is.” I opened my saddlebags, pulled out the gun and pulled the trigger. I forgot that I did load the thing and its bullet exploded out of the chamber and Cheerilee’s head exploded. Brain matter littered the floor and blood gushed out of her mortal wound. Her remaining eye rolled up into its socket and she slumped in her desk. She never knew what hit her. She had a smile on her face and it never left her. At least she died with a smile on her face. I already died and I remembered that I hadn't been smiling. Good for her.