"Ive had enough of this shit." Eric slammed his books into his locker. "Every fucking year its the same thing. 'Oh Ha Ha look at the weird Eric kid'" He knew that his revenge would be swift and painful. He smiled at the thought of the bombs in the cafeteria and that calmed him down. He went to his creative writing class, This would cheer him up. He saw his friend Brooks sitting in the back, so he took his seat next to him. "whats up Brooks?" He asked him. "Nothing much man. I really fucking hope I get a good grade on this project or my moms gonna kill me" Eric laughed at this. Brooks parents were the Really Controlling, angry type. Eric went up to the teachers desk and handed it in. Up there he met up with Dylan. "Whats up man" Dylan ask Eric. "Nothing much man" They went back to their seats and sat next to each other. The class fill with words being exchanged, Everypony was talking to Somepony. The class grew quiet once the teacher got up. "Today we will be reading everyponies Stories. Who wants to go first?" The class fill with excitement at the thought of it. When the others finish, it was time for Eric's Story. Everypony got a kick out of it. It was a story about A shotgun that marries a Shotgun shell and has little "Pellet babies". When the bell rings its time to go home. Eric Went home and his faithful friend Dylan Follows. Once they arrive home, they go into the basement, where they always hung out. "Hey man, check it." He took out a toolbox. he removes the lid from the toolbox and reveals the contents inside. It was a bunch of explosives. "Nice." Dylan said at the sight. He levitated one up and observed it. It was perfectly put together. "This would do great for NBK." Dylan continue to observe the other explosives. "Yeah i know man. Awesome right?" "Hell yeah!" Eric go and open up his drawer. He takes out Dylans Tec-9 and hands it to him. Dylan playfully aims at it and dryfires at random objects
