Equestricide

Chapter 3

Wherein I prepare to go on a Polish killing spree and die myself.

You saw the title.

Sh!t goes down. Now.

Ready?

No?

OK then!

Begin

Thank bóg that Friday means P.E.

Thank bóg that it's the spring, and field day.

No.

Thank my planning.

In this bag of mine is a Kbk wz 2005 rifle. Service rifle of the Polish military. Got my hands on my dad's (he's in the reserve.)

And now...

No more bullies.

Also.

No more me.

All I have to do is open the door, and open my bag. The rest will sort itself out. Thankfully, my bullies were in a larger group, so they all sit together to team up for field day, presumably to pick on me.

Who else is in there, hmm?

In that group?

I'll tell you.

The only two people I love.