12-15-2016, 03:52 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-15-2016, 03:57 PM by WeaponTheory.)
LIBRARY
I was in a school library, a big library. I'm in the back which is kind of secluded. And there were a group of either High School or College age youngins. There was a male and female having sex in a corner, while there was a few others surrounding them to be the lookout and to body cover the scene. Due to the noise, they almost got caught by the librarians that would walk around due to the suspicious noise. They've stopped. And when the coast was clear, another set of couples took over. Again, due to the moaning, a librarian comes walking around, and they stopped.
Eventually the Principal and a few security guards came, walking around. The Principal soon eventually made this big speech about life and to take it serious. During this speech, there was this class clown dude who randomly said some shit to be funny towards his targeted people of choice. After the speech, the Principal left.
The class clown was near a book shelf getting something. One of my friends who was a target of a joke from earlier came towards him, distracted him as if he was going to ask a question and with all his strength pulled down the heavy book shelf on him. The crowd goes crazy with shock. My friend jogs away a few feet, and quickly the class clown gets out of the rubble of books to fight him. My friend pulls out a stake knife and attempts to swipe at him. He lost his fuckin' mind. He probably had enough of his shit.
The class clown during the struggle manage to take the knife out of his hand and toss it away, but immediately as if he appeared out of nowhere, my friend quickly retrieves the knife and stabs him in the back, he runs away with the knife in his back. Everyone is freaking out, including me. I slowly walk towards my friend, constantly yelling at him "What the fuck!?" "Why!?".
With bloody hands, he attempts to grab onto both my wrist.
I told him "Don't touch my shirt, you'll get blood on it".
He grabs my wrist, now with blood on the sleeves of my shirt. He's crying with a smile on his face and he says to me "You can wash it out!"
I told him "No I can't, it's a white shirt, you don't understand my luck." as I tear up and chuckle.
I was in a school library, a big library. I'm in the back which is kind of secluded. And there were a group of either High School or College age youngins. There was a male and female having sex in a corner, while there was a few others surrounding them to be the lookout and to body cover the scene. Due to the noise, they almost got caught by the librarians that would walk around due to the suspicious noise. They've stopped. And when the coast was clear, another set of couples took over. Again, due to the moaning, a librarian comes walking around, and they stopped.
Eventually the Principal and a few security guards came, walking around. The Principal soon eventually made this big speech about life and to take it serious. During this speech, there was this class clown dude who randomly said some shit to be funny towards his targeted people of choice. After the speech, the Principal left.
The class clown was near a book shelf getting something. One of my friends who was a target of a joke from earlier came towards him, distracted him as if he was going to ask a question and with all his strength pulled down the heavy book shelf on him. The crowd goes crazy with shock. My friend jogs away a few feet, and quickly the class clown gets out of the rubble of books to fight him. My friend pulls out a stake knife and attempts to swipe at him. He lost his fuckin' mind. He probably had enough of his shit.
The class clown during the struggle manage to take the knife out of his hand and toss it away, but immediately as if he appeared out of nowhere, my friend quickly retrieves the knife and stabs him in the back, he runs away with the knife in his back. Everyone is freaking out, including me. I slowly walk towards my friend, constantly yelling at him "What the fuck!?" "Why!?".
With bloody hands, he attempts to grab onto both my wrist.
I told him "Don't touch my shirt, you'll get blood on it".
He grabs my wrist, now with blood on the sleeves of my shirt. He's crying with a smile on his face and he says to me "You can wash it out!"
I told him "No I can't, it's a white shirt, you don't understand my luck." as I tear up and chuckle.
"Who am I to tell you something that you already know?
Who am I to tell you 'Hold on' when you wanna let go?
Who am I? I'm just a sicko with a song in my head and it keeps playing again and again and again and again."
https://youtu.be/bdJ7xe70ck0
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